The squeal-inducing excitement of spending my pocket money!

Pocket money? My first memories of it are five shillings a week, later increased to ten shillings a week (due to my good behaviour and fewer buildings in the neighbourhood being subject to arson). Ten shillings that then, quite often, became ten shillings from Dad and ten shillings from Mum, both left on the mantlepiece…

Chasing sheep with a small orchestra #narrowboat #England

Ever wondered what happens when one’s orchestra chases sheep along a canal towpath? Well, wonder no longer. Last evening’s high winds of 40-50mph obviously had an emotional effect on these sheepsies, moving them to, well …move. My first discovery on this morning’s perambulations was that I still had my slippers on. My second discovery, on…

A sashay from Venetian Marina to Aqueduct Marina

Last time I took the camera out for a walk it was to Barbridge Junction, yesterday I strolled in the opposite direction to Aqueduct Marina. A slightly longer stroll, and one with much more mud than is probably healthy for a chap in his prime to squelch through. To get out of Venetian Marina on…