As promised a picture of WRT in Christmas Outfit. Finally it was dark and dry. But it is still difficult to get the whole picture, so to speak… Also, what you can’t see on the picture, are all the other boats around us, with a lot more lights than we have. But ours are a … Read More →
…is a few more hours in a day. Because 24 of them is not enough. This last month seems to consist of wind, wine and work. (And crocheting, but that doesn’t start with a ‘w’.) Wind certainly was an issue, although WE did cruise to the two boaters club events (see www.bridge-27a-boaters-club.co.uk). But at least … Read More →
This picture explains it all. Someone must have turned 60. And with Lawrance retired and WRT only a teenager, there is just one left to be the victim of all this: ME. And I must admit: it was the first milestone that I really feared. It felt like a point of no return… On the … Read More →
WRT seemed to be quite happy, when she wrote her last post. But I knew she wasn’t. She really thought I neglected her. I heard her complaining about all the spider webs at the windows. And she thought that even a bat had taken up living space on the boat. Not to mention that she … Read More →
As I mentioned in Don’t ask we cruised to Crooke Beer, Boats and Music Festival on the third weekend in September (read more about the Bridge 27A Boaters Club at the festival here). We leave Crooke on the Monday, and… it’s raining. I’m the tiller girl, and I’m dressed in our bright hi-viz yellow waterproofs. … Read More →
It’s Friday afternoon, around five o’clock. We have been busy, today, getting rid of some more red paint, supervising Bill sealing two of our windows, and rebuilding the switch board (the new one with the name of the boat spelled right). I just started happy hour by opening a bottle of beer for me and … Read More →
Not only did I spent days in the engine room with Simon, I also spent over a week in there on my own, scraping of the red and off-white paint that Lawrance hates so much. I think the former owner wanted to turn the engine room into a traditional boatman’s cabin, hence the red paint. … Read More →
Who the f**k is Simon? He’s my saviour! I tucked him away near the bottom of the list, in my previous post. But he is very important to me. Remember my posts about the boat electrics (Secret worries of a novice boater)? Well, for the first time, since we have WRT, we can go cruising … Read More →
Yes, we’re still alive. But I have a small problem with time. As WRT revealed in her post, we’ve moved the house. And suddenly we find ourselves in the middle of the marina, so to speak. Literally, because we are in the middle of the entrance pond, and figuratively, because it’s here where it all … Read More →
No, I’m NOT on the green stuff, or drunk (yet), and there are no yellow submarines in the Leeds & Liverpool Canal, as far as I know. And if there are, I sincerely hope they don’t have a small drill to drill holes in the bottom plate of narrowboats… Some time last week Lawrance said: Do … Read More →