And Sinterklaas, and New Year, and Burns Night. And what have I done? Well, a lot! Except from cruising, that is. I crocheted dog bones, napkin rings and birthday cakes. Had golf lessons and played golf. Went to yoga classes twice a week. Went to the swimming pool (and jacuzzi and steam room) twice a … Read More →
It’s Saturday, the 22th of October, when a beautiful decorated WRT (red and white roses) leaves Scarisbrick Marina. We’re on our way towards Liverpool. With a stop at the New Scarisbrick Arms, where we will cheer when shortboat Kennet goes past (on her way from Leeds to Liverpool) and where we will attend the boatersclub’s … Read More →
I know, all of you wonder why it took me so long to write a new post. To be honest, I was wondering as well. One would think: a day in the marina is the same as a non-cruising day during cruising time. But no, that is certainly NOT the case. Some figures. We were … Read More →
Well, what do you think? Finally she got delivered to the marina. She’s 60 ft, and she’s gorgeous. Al singing and dancing, and heaps of space inside. On the picture you can see the old crane, that took her off the trailer. In front of the boat you see Dave, the driver who took her … Read More →
Remember Tuinkabouter, the little garden gnome that was a bit nervous about Harecastle Tunnel (Lock Stripping)? Last week, when we had the gale force winds, he decided to go for a cruise. I didn’t think that was a good idea, but you know what garden gnomes are like. Before I could talk him out of … Read More →
Yes, the old trucker’s route program still comes in handy. At least I can see now were I’ve been… But first the statistics. Without the time spent in the caravan at Swanley, of course. Now the weird part. From Scarisbrick Marina to Stourport via Nantwich and Stafford is 3 hrs 25 min by car. It … Read More →
Did I say that all the posts between the 14th of August and the 26th of September were written on the 26th? Eh, that was a bit of a lie. I still had to write four posts. Why did I not do that yesterday? Well, a hairdressers appointment, and a visit to the beautician, plus … Read More →
A water point at the front door, 240V power whenever we want it, an Elsan point in view, yarn shops all around, a car to go to Tesco, mooring rings that fit the length of WRT, gale force winds… We’re back at Scarisbrick Marina! Been here for a while, to be honest. Because with all … Read More →
It’s a beautiful day. The sun is shining, it’s hot already when we start our final stage. Home tonight? Well, maybe not. Just as we come out of Pagefield Lock we see two breasted up boats, and a man and a woman with both a rope in their hand. The usual greeting around here is: … Read More →
After we wave goodbye to Swansong and Ian, we start the last stages of this year’s adventure. With nobody to help us, and nobody to join with, we have to do the Wigan Flight on our own. Me on the tiller, Lawrance doing the locks. The locks are as hard as four days ago, some … Read More →