Moonset – easily one of my top twenty-four favourite hours of day or night

Also my favourite time to begin a wee cruise. To the wheelie bins. Nine and a tad miles round-trip, twice…

Woomera? We Have A Problem.

Someone crashed the Moon lander. Seriously, how the helly-hell you actually do this to a lock ladder is beyond me.…

I generally take to towns the way a pet duck takes to seeing plum sauce delivered with the weekly groceries,…

Having enjoyed two or three of the weeks of faux-Spring/Summer we’re now back to faux-Autumn/Winter, with uber-changeable weather: warm; cold;…

The Canal Company Ltd to be guest of honour, with first sip from the communal bottle. We’re on a road…

UPDATE 07:50 hundred hours o’clock 02/04/2022 – upon checking this morning, equally suddenly – and perhaps equally unreliably – the…

Still no room at the inn (any of the Anderton moorings). Nothing respeckable, anyway. I might have moored with the…

Nutters. Congenital genitals. Tripled numbers of boats stuffed with hodilay-makers who would not ordinarily be seen dead anywhere without first…

The Neighbourhood. It’s not Bognor, and King George The Vth is not in residence. We’re in salt territory. The guide…

I hadn’t expected to see twelve squirrels on a fence dancing the Cancan in the original French as I cruised…

Gone half-past three in the arvo yesterday up oiks some (highly inappropriately proprietorial) chap, nails notices to living trees (something…

Not too wild a sub-expedition; the Wardle Canal begins with the lock that I am moving out of in the…