Bob, Barry, and Bunbury Mill

Bunbury Mill is about half or two-thirds of the walk from the Shropshire Union canal towards the (real) Bunbury village. Notable Benny – you do take your life in your hands while walking to it – 87.3% of the motorists who passed me were murderously insane and will, after the revolution when I am Lord High…

An icy pootle from Barbridge to Bunbury in my oddly-shaped bucket

H’yar today, gorn tomorrow, as we terribly posh folk orfen say. Except that this is more a case of th’yar yesterday and h’yar today. Chained to the armco in Barbridge on Sunday and staked to the ground near Bunbury by Tuesday. An early-morning move – and the early-morning is where the ice comes in – there was a…

Two locks, half a tank of water, one canoe, an Irishman and a wasp

…all walk into a bar. No, but seriously. The Cardinal and I went boatering again yesterday. In roughly four hours, on what ought to have been a quiet Sunday morning we went through two locks single-handed all by mineself (fires into the air and asks a passing dog-walker and dog to ululate), we (I) dumped/recycled…

New nuts, new bolts, old-fashioned biscuits

A short trip to the nice chaps at Aqueduct Marina to acquire bolts of various sizes, some of those peculiar nuts with the nylon inserts – the ones that rarely if ever come undone – and a packet or two of biscuits, combined with an arrival of the Bro bearing the fabrications of a new mount for…