Our travels on Sunday took us to the edge of South Yorkshire - to West Stockwith which is where the Chesterfield Canal meets the tidal river Trent. Another place on my doorstep where I have never been.
The Canal Basin here on this warm Sunday afternoon put me in mind of a few places on the Norfolk Broads we had visited a while back and I felt in a holiday mood! It must have been the boats, the chinking of wine glasses on the boats, and the blue sky.
West Stockwith has a fascinating history and would have looked so very different in the past.
I was intrigued by East Stockwith across the fast flowing Trent. East Stockwith is in Lincolnshire, and was once linked by ferry (until the 1950's). Looking on the map, its miles by road to get to it now.
We continued our quest to walk every stretch of the Cuckoo Way on the Chesterfield Canal. Although West Stockwith is very picturesque, the stretch of canal from here is a bit boring to walk. The Chesterfield and Kiverton stretch . are much more interesting - and pretty.
We decided that this stretch would be much better whizzed through on bikes.
We loved the Goslings though - so sweet.
We had 2 very lucky escapes. We had stood at one point discussing whether or not to walk another 2 miles down the canal to the next village. Because it wasn't interesting walking, we decided not to.
Lucky escape no.1 was when we got back to where we parked the car at 3.45pm, hubby noticed a sign saying that the gates were locked every day at 4pm!
Lucky escape no.2 - 5 minutes after we got back to the car, the heavens opened and we had 15 minutes of totally torrential rain.