I’m very proud of myself. Today I managed to make a bung* that matches the quilt. I just have to show it…! *Bung: a stopper, especially in the bunghole of a cask; or, in canal terms: a porthole stopper.
Around 32,443 stitches. More than 81 metres. Exactly 54 blocks. Around 25 different fabrics. Over 20 years. Nine rows. Six columns. Two hands. One quilt.
Today would (or should) have been my wedding anniversary. Today thirty five years ago I had to marry. No, it’s not what you think right now. I wasn’t pregnant, no way. Kids were not part of my career planning. Although I must admit, looking at this picture…?! It was my legal entry to the US. … Read More →
We’re on the move almost every second day. We’ve cruised 86 days so far, this year. So when we find out that Pat and Stephen are close by, we decide to spend a few days with them. Five days we are in Salt (we will be cured by now, I presume, but edible???). It gives … Read More →
After about half a mile on the fast amount of water that is the river Trent we enter the Trent&Mersey Canal. The Trent&Mersey goes all the way to Preston Brook. Heaps of days of cruising… but only 93 miles. Kind of around the corner? We pass a famous place on the Cut: Shardlow, with its … Read More →
No water? No narrowboats? History? Literature? Cooking? What happened to this weblog? Don’t worry, WE have lots of water. And we still cruise on WRT. The title just sums up the last week. Probably due to the fact that there was no boats coming down the locks because of the fallen tree, there is hardly … Read More →
…not away. Well, the first half an hour, yes. I manage to get my crew ready early, so after a 9:15 hrs start we do a lock and three bridges. Then just before lock 32, it all comes to a stop. Lawrance wants me to squeeze WRT through (and rip the cratch cover, scratch the … Read More →
About half a mile from where we are moored is a green field, You can’t discern it from here, but it’s maize. Ever been in a maize field? Except for doing things only satellites and God can see? Things that neither God or the farmer would approve off? (Or your parents, that is…) Well, here … Read More →
A staggering 211 locks we did, after my last post on this blog. And 308 miles. In 38 cruising days. Yes, you guessed right. All the posts after the 14th of May and today are… written today (no phone signal so no hotspot – too hot – too many locks – too many friends – … Read More →
When you travel (and live) on a narrowboat you always encounter gongoozlers. Gongoozlers? And that are? Well, a gongoozler is a person who idly watches activity on the canals of the UK. Gongoozlers flock locks, gather at canalside pubs, and are always full of questions. “Are you on holiday?” (There is a Dutch flag on … Read More →