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
North is upside down, two dogs, and one of the Cardinal’s nuts fell off.
Yesterday was an interesting day. Updown-side compasses notwithstanding, I have populated this blog with photographs of flowers from a place … 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
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
Morning has broken, like the first morning. Sod the Blackbirds.
Yesterday I moved my boat out of the marina and onto the canals proper. With the assistance of yonder The … More
The squeal-inducing excitement of spending my pocket money!
Pocket money? My first memories of it are five shillings a week, later increased to ten shillings a week (due … More
Ice-bound and fog-bound, with bread in the oven and a veggie stew on the stove
Even when in a “car park for boats” (as I’ve heard them termed), a spell of cold weather can throw … More
First trip in an oddly-shaped bucket on the Shropshire Union Canal
Eight and a half minutes of my two days of tuition, plus a duck. In the near-future I will be … More