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…
Bunbury village is three villages nowhere near where everyone says it is
…and all three of them are millions of miles away from the Shropshire Union canal. There’s the posh bit, the bit that looks as though it was the original old settlement and then there’s the useful but not so posh bit full of ticky-tacky boxes dating from the time when humans stopped building homes and…
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…
