Autumn in August

Ruddy England. I have, of late, turned the quilt up to “two bars”. Damned tempted on occasion to bung the … More

Like Flies on a … Dish of Restaurant Soup

The “fly” in my soup being, of course… The WWT Ltd are apparently very proud of their “boat logging” (customer-stalking … More

Royally rammed again yesterday. A long stretch of straight canal, no wind, no other boat traffic, I’m moored quite tidily … More

We have mooched on, the Cardinal and I – and have about faced, having reached the deepest, farthest, darkest point … More

There are Benny Menefits to living on Ing-er-lund’s canals. One of these many such is that, once in a while, … More

I awoke this morning under the control of something malign. Get up, it said, get up and cruise. As we … More

Given that the supermarkets unceremoniously (and without warning) dumped yours truly last year, and given that they are undoubtedly working … More

My name is Legion, for we are many. So sayeth the cloven-hoofed one at The Watery Wellness Trust Ltd., generally … More

It’s all been rather drear of late. The weather’s either been ridiculously hot and humid or else it’s been …persisting… … More

Sort of. Apparently. Just still leaving the “leap of faith” edge to the canal, catering thereby for walkers and cyclicsts … More

I feel that it might happen at any moment. A quiet stretch of canal, an empty Starbucks coffee cup thrown … More

Mad squirrels and Englishmen go boating in the noon-day sun. Was sat sitting peacefully, thinking about sitting some more, when … More