The spring tide this morning sneaked round behind my tent (as I was camped on a salt marsh) and was lapping up against the guy lines as I was packing away.
I left early in the ebb which meant I was having to paddle against the tide as I crossed The Wash, but this allowed me to reach the start of the Lynn Channel near low water, so I could make good use of the flood going up the river – I was going upstream at up to 8 knots !
As I passed King’s Lynn, I paddled under a bridge for the first time since March. It’s quite strange to be back on the river again. I stopped at Denver Sluice where I portaged onto the non-tidal river. I’m now lying in my tent listening to owls, but I can’t hear the sea anymore. Very pleased to have made it, but also a little bit sad that this wonderful journey is coming to an end.
Thanks to everyone that donated today – brilliant !
I’ll be arriving back where I started – at the mill pond in Cambridge – at 3pm on Sunday. Come join me for a drink in The Mill to celebrate.