Loins were girded, caps were set, hatches were battened, gun-ports opened, charts consulted and sails set. Cardinal Wolsey is, by all accounts, a little too deep in the draught for the last few miles of canal to Llangollen itself, but most of the fun stuff may be experienced anyway by steaming to Trevor and winding…
Month: July 2017
Days 3 and 4 of the Llangollen canal Expedition: countryside; bridges; tunnels #narrowboat #england
The trials and tribulations of Day Two of the expedition having been gibbered out of our systems, the intrepid explorers, Hutson and Hutson, move on. Days Three and Four feature a bit more of the Llangollen canal without the life-or-death situations. Most splendid. The Llangollen canal is hugely rural, and hugely shallow – the Cardinal continued…
Why I will never again cede control to trained volunteers #cilled #narrowboat #england
Why? Because cilled at Grisly Grindley Brook locks, that’s why. We were about thirty seconds away from disaster, and it was all my fault (seriously). The powers that be – those who have set themselves up as “the powers that be” – train, certify and provide livery & equipment for a lot of very, very nice…
Father went up the Limpopo, Mother went up the wall – I’m going up the Llangollen #narrowboat #England
Dash it all, Doris, a chap has to do what a chap has to do. If what a chap has to do includes invading Wales in a 57′ narrowboat floating on just about an inch of water then so be it. Full steam ahead, Mr Floggemall-Senseless, and damn the torpedoes. The Llangollen Canal lays plausible…
The ironmongery of the Inquisition, Kingfisher poop & a spot of laundry #narrowboat #England
At the end of a long, hard day shouting “slow down, you positively rotten chumps!” at passing boats and “pick that up, you terribly forgetful thing you!” at dog-emptiers I like nothing more than to pour myself a small pint of port or brandy and to hop into a long, luxurious shower to hose away…
