March

March Town moorings, Caxton third from the left.

Saturday morning and the Homeguard are out and about on their bicycles.

The March Town Well decorated to celebrate the coronation of King George V

The thatched Ship Inn, circa 1630.  This is on the Nene Parade, the oldest part of the town.

Joe and Graham had serviced the boats and were lounging in the nearest Inn by the time Jill and I and four weary dogs arrived in March.  Our walk, some 11.6 miles, was very pleasant and the entrance into March was along a footpath that took us by umpteen lovely cottages and cottage gardens and NO cars, No roadway.  The town moorings were enough to accommodate  four narrowboats and we arrived to find that our two boats were the only occupants - for a minute or two anyway.  The dogs were left to cool down on their respect boats and we joined the men in The Ship Inn circa 1630 and eldest Inn in town.  After a quick pint Jill and myself escaped the opening world cup football match and its 100 decibel bee buzz to look around the town.  
A chinese take-away was the meal of choice for Friday evening and an early night for me was a must.  The next day, Saturday, I took in the market and visited the Town Museum.  The Museum was excellent and I will be making a bee-line for it on our return.
Did you know that March had once boasted the biggest railway marshalling yard in Europe?  Apparently the volume of produce from the fenland farms was such that it justified this kind of investment from the LNER (London North East Railway - pre nationalisation.)  All gone now though.  We moved off Saturday afternoon, eager to avoid the possibility of drink fuelled football fans of Saturday evening as they rampaged around March.