A weekend moored in the foyer of the asylum opposite Ticky-Tacky Towers

In re the lead photo. Yes, that’s an uber-busy “A” road. Some several dozen new-build houses built (“built”) where a pub and some countryside used to be. I’ve watched them being slung up. No-one’s moved in yet, but Ticky-Tacky Towers advertises prices from £569,995 (roughly just shy of $720,000). Yes, those to the right of frame are terraced and those larger ones advertised as detached are mayhap 18-24″ apart. Just to the left of frame you can see the cab of the first lorry in the layby, a layby where truckers like to park overnight, leaving their refrigeration units running.

I wonder which the new NIMBYs will tackle first – the horrid lorries making noise in the layby or the ugly narrowboats making noise at the junction and on the moorings?

Answers in re the odds on a postcard please, along with the entry fee (a ten-shilling Postal Order crossed and made payable to ‘Both, Silly’). 😉

The rather belchingly exciting name given to this new luxury housing development is… dunt dunt der… ‘The Moorings”.

I’m on those self-same time-restricted moorings by the junction – moorings that the canal rozzers refer to euphemistically, with just the hem of their gentrification petticoats showing, as “visitor moorings”. There are mooring rings and armco. Some dimnut who’s just pulled in behind me is banging in pins.


Don’t ask me why. This is The Morlock Apocalypse, and it doesn’t require a genius-level brain to live underground, exhibit cannibal tendencies when hungry and be afraid of a Victorian chap with a box of matches.

The view ahead is the Middlewich Junction, and this being the second weekend of “it’s all over” freedom on the canals, there ought to be a fair bit of traffic in, out, sideways and up the concrete edgings.

Through the bridge, to the left of the photo above, is Moorings Alley (below) where Mr “No Horns Please I’ve Been On The Canals Since The Romans Went Back To Rome” lives (right by the junction, where you have to use your horn, for obvious reasons). Through there is the Hire Company Boat Yard & Chandlery With No Personality To Speak Of.


When I awoke this morning at Silly O’Sundial the madness was upon me. I rang down to the engine room for Full Steam, took us down to this very junction to wind, back up to Calveley to use the Services and then back, a little way past our previous moorings to land up here for a couple of exciting days. Five miles, no locks, Anglers: Grumpy – one, Anglers; Cheerful – two (bucking the usual trend), and one boat moored in the winding hole at Bunbury. The winding hole that Anglo-Welsh think that they own (but don’t).

A lovely family were aboard, the Effingham-Blinders. I think that they are doing some Public Relations work on behalf of their hire boat company, Anglo-Welsh. They had some very good suggestions for erotic aerobic exercises that I might try, although how they knew that I have extremely small genitalia is beyond me. Lovely family. Lovely turn of phrase. Somehow, as customers, they suit Anglo-Welsh, suit them to a tee. HMS Cassiopeia.


The Cardinal’s 57′ long, but I wouldn’t fancy anyone’s chances of turning anything longer (narrowboats are in general anything up to 70′ long – and one or two, longer still).


Silly O’Sundial is still the best time of day in England, even though there are more people out and about now than there were not so long since, when we were all still sillily dying to death of The Death Dying Plague. You know, before it all miraculously went away. Before the government made us all safe again.

Yeah, whatever.

The clouds were a bit playful.


Although I am not convinced about Sunrise Over Texaco…


Five of your Earth miles, the Cardinal and I were done and the planet tied safely back on before eight o’clock. Coffee then ensued.

An early brunch lunch came not long after.

I shall have a spot of boat-watching while I digest, and then put some more coffee on.

I suppose that I ought to get dressed soon, too.

Chin-chin for the mo, Muskies.

Ian H.


  1. Oh pish-posh, there’s no point in getting dressed, you’ll just have to take it all off again to get into bed this evening. 🙂


  2. Did you do you navigation in your all together and then get dressed to boat watch? How civilized of you. Or do you have a sailing outfit and a morning suit for boat watching, and afternoon suit for typing at the infernal machine and of course an ordinary tux for dinner. I assume after dinner drinks calls for a tiara.


    1. In cooler weather I generally wear one of my velvet Churchill “siren suits” for cruising and then change into the Admiral outfit for the evening. Sometimes when boat-watching (as now, this fine, terrifying, Sunday morning) I wear camouflage and a small but perfectly formed sniper rifle… 😉

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  3. Pink skies over and is that a fire-breathing dragon? Despite the many boats it still looks most tranquil, I expect it is the hour of the day and probably the best time to be out and about whilst everyone else is stills snoring. A little warmer today thank goodness.


    1. Wild horses wouldn’t persuade to “do the boating, yes indeed, Myffanwy” at a weekend in summer during office hours – it’s just the same as the roads, with all of the aggro and posturing, but all at 4mph (and in very heavy vehicles with no brakes)!

      Yonder weather has been more civilised here today too. What a mixed bag of nonsense we’ve had of late. These moorings are significantly busier for foot traffic – knuckle-dragging hominids all “doing the exercise” – so I shan’t be hanging around too long. Given that they mostly breathe through their mouths I theorise that they all started the day with face-masks but accidentally ate them at the first over-exerted pant…


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