Biennial bum-blackery, by Mr Bill Shakespode. A play in four simultaneous class acts. The Players: The Cardinal;Lady Isabella;Venetian Marina, Cheshire;Venetian…
Autumn to Winter Overnight
We’ve gone from mellow fruitfulness (the reds and golds of Autumn) to the inside of a polar bear’s boxer shorts…
First Cruise of the Year…
…first of this year, that is, on which I encountered not a single other boat moving… Has Winter begun? The…
You’ve got to be taking the
I suspect ‘large dog’ and would hope ‘unaccompanied’ but I doubt the latter. There just aren’t any stray hounds in…
Gone! And never called me mother!
The coal, like the caribou, are gorn. Most went up the chimney, three buckets of ash went into the eco-system.…
Traffic-Calming Measures
We mooched on again the other day. Having re-traced our prop-wash up the Limpopo (known by the locals as the…
Were-Sheep May Safely Graze
My goodness me but the it of it is cold this morning. Opening the side-hatch to beat my chest and…
If I Could Turn Back Time
Oh hang on though – in England we all just did. The Matrix hiccoughed and suddenly there I was, an…
Dylan Dusmal
The weather, that is. Solidly dill and dusmal, day after day, with a fair old wind gusting. The solar panels…
With Muffled Lump-Hammer
The lead image is the current view from the side-hatch. Splendid stuff. Enjoyed a most splendid cruise the other morning.…
Lesser-Spotted Peregrinations
I am a man of many parts, most of them broken or missing. Much has been happening in my little…
Eilean Donan Built By Accountants
Eilean Donan (not) sat sitting in the middle of Hurleston Reservoir’s ninety-six million gallons of fish-poop and seagull-pee. Ideal perhaps…
The Diesel-Electric Elephant Company. 