Cannibalistic herons, moorhen victims and lapwing police sirens at the winding hole

My goodness me, I am beginning to Twitch. This will never do. I love seeing furry and four-legged wildlife on my … More

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 … More

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, … More

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 … More

The terrifying 22 minute solo voyage of Captain Bean

The thing about boats is, they want to move. They want mostly to move away. Even your gen-yew-ine boat du boats, … More

Hack Green Nuclear Bunker and a Radioactive Cat

200 yards from Hack Green locks moorings on the Shropshire Union canal, halfway twixt Nantwich and Audlem. Entry as of … More

Doing so well too right up until the last half-inch

I am speaking to you today from the bridge of H.M.S. Cardinal Wolsey, still heavily under the influence of coffee, … More

A bridge not too far, but quite far enough (while on foot)

“On foot” is such a peculiar phrase. I rarely restrict myself to just using the one to get about. I … More

Lazy, hazy, Sundays full of mooching around and reading, afloat.

There is a very different feel to the sky this morning. The past couple of days have been heavy, oppressive … More