Left our spot at 8:30, others needed the space for locking down.
Out past some pleasant countryside, a few miles later, past a property I owned when in Canada, a piece of waterfront on the Rideau, now someone is building a sizable house by the look of the basement stucture.
Then about 8 miles to Kilmarnock Lock – in a narrow cut off to the left of the river
Has it’s own hand cranked swing bridge which opens only when the lock gates open.
Five miles later Edmonds, very remote.
and two miles later Old Slys – a high railway bridge, two locks and another swing bridge, hidden down a long narrow cut from the river in a shady rural spot, but no mooring facilites
Half a mile round the next bend, Smiths Falls a tidy sized town with good facilities for the boater.
The three old locks have been replaced but are still used as kind of window box for flowing plants in barrels
The new lock combines a new road and footpath with a single thirty foot lift lock (not Carrilon, but as big as one would like to see wooden gates)
We are on the wall below the lock, it’s quiet down here all the noisy action is upstairs.
We will lock up first thing 9:00 am tomorrow. But first beer buying, lunch and laundry (priorities, priorities).







Quite an odyssey, eh? Very atmospheric pics today.
It appears your affinity with water has been lifelong. Mine is hills/mountains!
I do like the treatment of the old lock with the proviso that no idiot has planted water hyacinth!