A very grey day from start to finish! In comparison with what we have become accustomed to, it was rather chilly! Before we set off, Christine took a look at the market which is held outside the town hall twice a week. It was a modest affair. Not a lot of interest but she did return with a large pork pie and a piece of newly cooked haslet.
The houses that abut the navigation all seem to have a garden that runs down to a mooring at the bottom. However, an access road runs between the houses and the gardens! There is a great variety in how these spaces are used - being quite steep limits the options. Some are well tended but others seemingly forgotten.
After about half an hour we came to the edge of the town and back into open countryside. As this route was once the River Nene (until it was diverted centuries ago for the betterment of other places!) it is not all completely straight. Even so, there are some long stretches. The most important part of this picture is what you cannot see: surface weed. We had been led to believe that we might encounter problems with edge to edge blanket weed and other invasive species but, as this shows, we had no such problem.
We have noticed that in the eight years since we last visited the Middle Level there has be a marked growth in the amount of wind generation of electricity. Most of the mills are single or small numbers but even when we first came 16 years ago the large Coldham Hall wind farm at Reed Fen was already in operation. We counted 24 turbines.
It took about half an hour to pass by the wind farm. When immediately underneath it is much easier to appreciate the scale of each one. The farm started generating in 2005 and some of the units look as little the worse for wear. We wondered what life span they will have and what happens when deemed to have passed their useful life. We think that this report shows one of the turbines on fire in 2025.
Eventually we reached Marmount Priory Lock where one of the day boats from Fox's was already locking up. On our previous visits here, there was a resident lock keeper, Maureen, well known for presiding over the lock and passing boats! Last time, she was not too well - although still active - and her daughter and grand daughter were doing all the work!
Sadly her house was badly damaged when a roof tank failed and she moved to live with a daughter but died two years ago. She had not been replaced and the lock is technically boater operation. However, the restored house was sold earlier this year to a couple just retired - Andy is a craft person specialising in traditional canal ware but really enjoys assisting boats through the lock. With his help we were easily on our way once again. He is also doing a lot of work on the garden.
Upwell/Outwell is a long established community that straddles Well Creek, the local name for this part of the Old River Nene. The two places abut each other and there is no clear division point. As a result some people say that this the longest village in England! It is principally a ribbon development with just a short spur along one of the roads through the centre.
Tempted to live here? A three bedroom property is on sale for £290K.
A building that caught our attention last time (mainly because of the large legend OFFICES above the front door) is now undergoing substantial refurbishment.
At one time Upwell had three Methodist Chapels (of varying persuasions) but in 1956 a new building was opened and is now the one still in use. It recently had to have its roof completely replaced.
No two properties are the same along the whole stretch which makes for a mixed and interesting view. This one has apparently undergone several changes in its lifetime, judging by the markings on the end wall.
We suspect that the place must at once time have been especially thriving with some handsome houses as well as a mix of smaller ones.
Upwell did not lack religious activity, especially at the end of the 19C. As well as the three Methodist churches, a large parish church (together with an even larger one in Outwell) it also had a Salvation Hall, eventually part of the Salvation Army.
We arrived at the town moorings and were pleasantly surprised that they were entirely free (apart from a family with small children learning to fish) and we were right beside the parish church.
Later, Christine took a wander to look around the church and was particularly taken by the intricately carved gravestones, another indication of former wealth.
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