While Lawrance is loosing balls and teeths in Portugal (and probably winning himself a Jester’s hat) me and WRT are starting to head home before the winter stoppages begin. I know, we’ve been out on our own before (see Girl’s weekend out), but that was on the Leeds & Liverpool Canal. A canal with almost Read More →

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 →

It’s quarter to ten in the morning. They did the daily checks. My engine is warmed up (not that the engine got any cold, last night). Fenders are on the roof. Off we go. To tick off another canal: the Erewash Canal. It’s even a new canal for me! I’m quite happy to start off 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 →