First trip in an oddly-shaped bucket on the Shropshire Union Canal

Eight and a half minutes of my two days of tuition, plus a duck. In the near-future I will be moving to live on England’s canal system so this past week I took some training from Cheshire Cat Narrowboat Training to get my Royal Yachting Association Inland Waterways Helmsman Certificate. We’ve all got to start…

Another silly-o’clock inspection of Lincolnshire etc etc etc

Five o’sundial of the ante meridiem today and I braved some of the familiar route out through the blasted wastelands of Belleau with the addition of a loop through the badlands of Claythorpe the better to cast my beadies over the repairs to the railway bridge. The repairs go well, with the arch brickwork destroyed…

I have given my head a Brazilian and I love it!

I am awfully fond of my head. I do most of my thinking in it. Without my head to keep my ears apart my stereo hearing would be somewhat compromised, and my eyes, mouth and nose would have little to cling to except each other. Over the centuries my head has been camouflaged under a…

Playing “scarecrows” in England on a sleepy Sunday morning

The rural rights of way in England often cut through fields and meadows, and are usually just a gap in the crops to indicate where to walk (see bottom left of photograph above for example). From the lanes it looks as though you are just standing in the middle of a crop. So… I have…