It is not often that I seem to move in the correct direction. If within ten miles of a hole I can fall into it for no apparent reason. Recently though, the Cardinal and I mooched our way east, off the Llangollen and – unknowingly, incidentally – away from the approach of Ophelia. Storm Ophelia,…
Category: Blatherings
Moving the boat on two Aspirin and a banana #autumn #narrowboat #england
Autumn has most definitely arrived on England’s canals. As has Hurricane Wolfbane or Typhoon Doris or whatever this one is called. Nothing at all on the scale of the winds in other parts of the world, praise be to Boreas, Zephyrus, Notus and Eurus, with honourable mentions to Kaikias, Apeliotes and Thrascias, but 45mph gusts are…
One mildly misty middlingly moisty but merry morning #England #narrowboat #offgrid
Yesterday I watched a large squirrel going about his winter preparations. For ten minutes and more we eyed one another up and down, he in his tree, me officially certified as having fallen out of mine. He was caching acorns from the nearby oak trees. Little did he know and little did he care that,…
Churchyards in the rain, hell in the village, cows in the meadow #offgrid #narrowboat #england
An Olympic-sized swimmering pool was fitted to the Cardinal overnight last night. My goodness me but did it ever rain. The poor tonneau cover on the rear was home to some eleventy-twelve gallons of rainwater, and all that was required for I.O.C. certification was the addition of floating lane-markers and a couple of unfeasibly well-toned…
One or two of the practicalities, and their usefulness in social cleansing #offgrid #narrowboat #england
The canals, eh? Nothing to do but totter around occasionally waggling the tiller and calling down to the engine room for “full astern ahead all stop finished with engines give me all you’ve got” and “ramming speed if you please, Mr Oily Wragg”. Well, yes – and no. Living on a boat boldly going around the…
