As the weather isn’t enticing me and Sam to go outside, and we are staying here for the weekend, I am reserving this post for a grump. Yes, the title describes my mood right now. Boat traffic is quite busy today. And the vast majority are careful and considerate. Sitting at the table with the…
It’s hard to take shots of trains
Finding somewhere to moor for the weekend that was close enough to a pub with a car park where Heather can park for Saturday night. That was today’s goal. Turned out there were only 2 choices Ansty or Hawkesbury Junction (aka Sutton Stop). I decided to try for Ansty first. It was before Hawkesbury, which…
Rugby and Snail Mail
I ended yesterday somewhat cryptically referencing a post box. I turns out you can do most business oriented tasks online and remotely. Except for the times when the HMRC insists on a personally signed form to be posted. So this meant I needed to get stamps, envelopes and be close to a post box. The…
Wet Wet Wet
Before anyone gets concerned that I am about to come out as a massive fan of a Scottish rock band who formed in the early 80’s and who are still going today, don’t worry. My passion for a band who are often, incorrectly, referred to as an 80’s Scottish heavy metal band is well known, this is…
Collisions, Prog and Canal Retail Therapy
Today’s post should really be about how, for the first time in 5 years, I managed to enter Midland Chandlers at Braunston and not spend over £100. But I need to rant a little first. <rant> I avoided playing the Mr Grumpy card at the end of yesterday’s post, on the basis that you should always…
Flying solo – Napton flight
Where yesterday was more of a gentle introduction, today was more of a baptism by fire. It was another bright, clear morning, this time experienced at 5:30am because I left the curtains open. The dew was really heavy. I should have worn better footwear for this morning’s leg stretching walk with Sam. Only went for…
First solo day
Today was the first full day on my own. So I took it steady. First a walk after breakfast, to stretch the legs, and wait for Heather who was dropping off some stuff I forgot, on her way past. It was a gorgeous spring morning to be walking along a canal in the middle…
So that’s that!
That was my comment as we backed away from our berth in Cropredy Marina for the last time. “Sounds like the first line of a book” commented Heather over the walkie-talkie. Well, a book might be a bit of a stretch I thought, but the start of a blog might be possible. This is probably…