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…
Category: Blatherings
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…
A tragedy in the jeans department and a rip in the ancient fabric of Jermyn Street
England is back to more usual, civilised temperatures. The past week of the Fahrengezundheits climbing into the nineties (something on the order of thirty-three of the Celsiumoids) – all with humidity levels ordinarily only found in an all-in-wrestling camel’s crotch – were not to the tastes of Hutson minor. Not to his tastes at all….
Nostalgia about England’s canals isn’t what it’s going to be – Guest Post by Ian Hutson…
Originally posted on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog:
There’s probably a few years in the old horse yet, but… Living full-time on a boat on England’s canals will, sometime relatively soon, go the way of policemen who would tell you the time, the way of doorstep milk deliveries, of corner-shop grocers, of politicians…
