Matilda Rose mooring against the bank just outside Upwell
Caxton 'moored' on the lock landing - instruction/permission of the lock keeper.
Plenty of these hereabouts..
Approaching Marmont Priory lock and the welcome sight of trees!
MP lockLeaving March we headed for a suitable quiet mooring immediately outside of the town. We had been told that a mile or so away was a mooring alongside a wind farm - there wasn't. We pushed on. And on. And arrived at Marmont Priory lock. We should have called the lock keeper and arranged our transit but failed to do so - grovelling apologies in order and delivered! Maureen, the lock keeper, allowed Caxton to moor on the lock landing overnight and MR headed for a precarious mooring against a field; an accomodation to suit Daisy the cat. The next morning, having been kept awake by a the lock keeper's peacock ( roast peacock recipes rolling through ones mind overnight) we moved on to the village of Upwell and moored on the village moorings next to the church - more of which later.