Bear with me dear reader. Tonight you are a guinea pig. I am typing this using a new blog writing app for the iPad. If it works we should now get photos in amongst the text. If not, I may have wasted £2.99 on you. Here goes . .
Cor they don't half make you work to get into the Severn. One normal lock, a twisty turny wiggle through two basins and then two sets of staircase locks.
Not only that, the lock paddle gear was heavy. I was cream crackered by the time we emerged onto the mighty river.
There being no discernable current and loads of space we set off at a giddying 1800 revs achieving the velocity of 5.2 mph. For Herbie that's practically warp factor 9.
The Severn is nice if you like looking at trees and water. Otherwise there is little else to look at except for the occasional rock formation.
It feels very much like the middle Thames except the locks are bigger.
Anyway that's enough about the Severn for now, you wouldn't want me to be a Severn bore. They already have one of them.
We arrived in Worcester by early afternoon and opted to moor on a pontoon just past the Diglis basin entrance. We could stay here for 14 days for free whereas up by the races course it costs £4 a day. Here is the view from Herbie as I write
This afternoon we strolled into the city for a mooch, starting at the cathedral, which once inside, is a cracker. Pride of place just before the high altar is the tomb of King John of Magna Carta fame. Strange really when the plaque along side goes into some detail about what a nasty murdering piece of work he was.
We're going back to the cathedral tomorrow as they have a lunchtime organ concert.
After the cathedral we continued in culture vulture vein and visited the Commandery museum which is alongside the canal. A fascinating building but largely unfurnished. We got a bit tired of the bloke on the audio guide telling us to imagine things. I would rather he talked about what I could see than what I couldn't.
Walking back along the canal we stumbled up on the Anchor pub at the back of Diglis basin and as it was hot we thought we needed a sit down and a small libation. It turned out to be a good little pub. Friendly, good beer and Andy Murray was playing tennis on the telly. It's a good job he won in three sets or we may have had to drink rather too much beer.
Message for Rick: we have not seen any trouser barges (when having a tour of Bridgenorth, Rick couldn't figure out why the man kept referring to trouser barges on the Severn. It turns out he was saying 'Trows or barges'.)