Neither is the interwebnetting around here. I’ve mooched up to a few spots down in Windy Alley in search of…
Dead Wood-Fish and a Very Suspicious-Looking Man Photographing My Home
One never really knows, does one? Not showing any obvious ID, systematically – and patently inartistically – photographing the boats…
A Neat Summation of the General Opinion of The Canal & River MisTrust
…and it’s not me gasbagging on for a change. Well worth a watch (or a listen) and captures the essence…
A Magical Mooch a la Cruise-ette Domesticus
If a scoot to the services can ever be described as such! There’s one thing about oiking up the Bunbury…
Who is Hunting Whom, and Why?
It is as well, when living on a boat, to be ware, very ware, at all times and about all…
A Brace of Most Pleasant EnCruisinations Indeed
After a volte face it is as well, given the limited reasoning capacity of Canal & River Corporate, to mooch…
Cows and Crows
These are nice moorings. You can tell that without even looking at the view because most of the length of…
Audlem Most Splendid
If I’m doing anything at all I suppose that I’m waiting for the canal rozzers. Haven’t seen hide nor hair…
Autumn in August
Ruddy England. I have, of late, turned the quilt up to “two bars”. Damned tempted on occasion to bung the…
Like Flies on a … Dish of Restaurant Soup
The “fly” in my soup being, of course… The WWT Ltd are apparently very proud of their “boat logging” (customer-stalking…
Mother may well have loaded the guns at Lucknow, but I’m surrendering at Llangollen
Royally rammed again yesterday. A long stretch of straight canal, no wind, no other boat traffic, I’m moored quite tidily…
Heat and Flies on the Llangollen. Also Malaria and Zombies.
We have mooched on, the Cardinal and I – and have about faced, having reached the deepest, farthest, darkest point…
