Local roads here are ideal for cycling - quiet and scenic - so I thought I'd go and have a look. One of the things I like about this part of the world are the odd place names (Pyewipe and Dogdyke are still to come) but they don't come much odder than, well, "Odder", which is where the Till enters the Fossdyke. It's little more than a name on the map however, so after a quick look at the now benignly-flowing Till I set through the lanes for Torksey, disturbing a fox as I went along.
|Village road sign at Torksey Lock|
Not that there are any boats, as the flood gates at Torksey have been closed and the lock is impassable. Seeing the speed of the flow on the main river and the debris being carried down I don't think anyone in their right mind would attempt to navigate the Trent anyway.
On Thursday I put Bernard ashore at this landing to go and alert the lock-keeper to our presence. Today the river is up so much that the gangway leads down to the bank and disappears under water before it reaches it!
It's a good job we came through when we did.