Ice and a slice #England #narrowboat #winter

Yesterday presented itself as quite the perfect boating day. Someone spilt blue all over the sky, the sun had been lit (probably by accident) and the wind altogether forgot to turn up for the party. The Cardinal and I had many, many fine things that needed to be done. We done ’em. As ever, it…

It’s all great fun until someone loses an aye-aye #England #narrowboat #winter

England doesn’t really do “seasons”. Where other, lesser countries have “spring” and “summer”, England simply takes a little Meteorological Lithium and is merely clinically complicated and precipitately confused. Where some more predictable, less innovating countries have “autumn” and “winter” England simply stops staking the pills and relaxes into pure, unbridled climatological insanity. We’ve had “dull”…

The anatomy of a Monday move #narrowboat #England

Do all that may be done, and then put your feet up and do nothing. The view from my desk window this morning… Yesterday was a day of action – busy, busy, busy. I unhinged the Cardinal from our moorings, pootled up the canal a bit, turned us around in a delightfully deserted winding hole,…