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…
On The Cusp
Mentally, of insanity. Meteorologically, of Winter. Imagine if you will a great Warehouse of Weather in the sky. They’ve finished…
Baby It’s Coaled Outside
We’ve scooted, we’ve mooched, we’ve comestibled and we’ve bunkered. We’ve also put the chimney back on. The it of It…
The Future Isn’t What It Used To be
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…
