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…
Category: Blatherings
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…
Deceased badgers, benches in memoriam & horses in pyjamas #narrowboat #England
I met an Australian chap the other day, he was in England for three months and intending to walk along the canals. He’ll get on better now that I’ve explained how much easier it is to walk along the towpath instead. I walk along the towpath quite a lot. It’s not that I want to…
