All manner of modes of transport are used on the canals. This chap looked very chipper heading south, down-wind, but not quite so fresh when coming back northward, against the considerable breeze – two or more hours later. He was rewarded though with a stray football, which he captured alongside the Cardinal and stuffed up his stretchy t-shirt outfit thingy, thereafter looking as though
- pregnant, or
- desperate for a fart, or
- in dire need of some sort of hernia operation, or
- all three.
No, I haven’t pixellated his head, that’s his rather dapper hat.
I very much doubt that his tailor will be pleased with him, whatever the explanation or value of the find.
He was having some damned splendid fun though, whatever he was doing, although considering the amount of canal-water that he was coming into intimate contact with I do hope that he’s up to date with his innoculations.
It’s been a day of observations, really. The wind is blowing a right proverbial still, although the constant over-night rain stopped at about nine, or ish, o’morning.
Someone in the local CaRT rubbish/recycling point was living in hopes and stretching a point somewhat. A gutted washing machine next to the “Glass” bin.
Notable Benny: “ASH” is the name of the company supplying the bin, confusingly… It do say “Glass Only” on the lid. There isn’t a bin that has “Old Washing Machines” written on the top, not anywhere that I could see.
No idea why a washing machine might be so comprehensively gutted, or why someone would imagine that it will be whisked away without argument from the domestic rubbish/recycling compound. Oh to be so optimistic!
Talking of times gone by, in the CaRT yard – anyone else remember when these were called ‘Workmen’s huts’ or, latterly, ‘Portaloos’?
Well, nowadays they’re called ‘Eco7 Welfare Pods’ and rather than having your own and re-using it, you lease them from third-party companies. Toilets, showers, drying rooms and, for all I know, a “safe space, with puppies”.
Seriously, it’s genuinely great that times have moved on and facilities are improved, but I can’t help but wonder if somewhere out there is a company called
“Welfare Pod Solutions; ISO9002 Accredited”.
Ugh. “Solutions”. How terribly nineties.
Talking of the exact opposite of solutions, there’s a certain company just up the canal that seems to delight in almost totally blocking the canal for a third or half of the year. I think that maybe I know why now; it’s not that they’ve breasted up without thought for anyone but themselves, it’s just that all of their hire-boats are actually catamarans…
Must be, since they can’t even proceed proceedingly, officer, along the canal without taking up twice the space of anyone else.
These are the boats of the previous post, immune from any and all standards and code of behaviour, courtesy of their great £friends£”, the Canal & River Trust.
They cruise and they cruise (they moor and they moor)
and if they should chance to collide/be collided with with (by) some poor cad
you’ll never get them to pay for the damage
no matter how bad.
…if you’ll pardon the parapoemphraseology.
I had to love the way that the gentleman at the helm took a long look at the Cardinal and then flicked his cigarette butt distinctly in our direction.
Perhaps he’s a fan of the blog?
Don’t worry, matey – one of the local moorhens disposed of your tab.
Really, t’ain’t what you do, tis the way that you do it.
And a jolly good day to you too.
The weather continues to amuse. I walked along the towpath to the nearby garage/shop today, in search of bread (can’t be [word redacted] with making my own today). Success of sorts with finding the industrially-produced sliced loaf, but the bar-stewards have removed half – the better half – of their grocery offerings. Oh well, no further needs to make muddy expeditions down the tow-path in their direction any more. Sniffle, weep.
The wind has raised the occasional tiny white horse on the canal, gusting in from exactly the opposite direction to the one specified on the Met Office website.
We’ve also had a spot of blue sky and a little something with which to feed Messrs Solar & Panels, but I think that’s probably it for the day now.
Ye gods (Zeus et al), it’s not even five of the afternoon and my duvet is calling.
‘Woo-hoo, hello gorgeous’ I can hear it saying. ‘Do come to bed.’
How long will I resist?
I don’t know. I could compromise, take a good book and get up later to put the kettle back on the stove…
It’s tempting, damned tempting.
I can resist anything except temptation.
Here endeth today’s Hector.
Ian H., & Cardinal W.