Meet Ann. No, I don’t mean the one that lives on the boat in front of me. No, I have my own Ann. And she is absolutely essential when I have to moor up. Especially when mooring up on pins. Because in that situation I should have two hands to hold the boat steady, and Read More →

After over a year of writer’s block, there might be new posts on this blog. Since the last post in December 2020 things have changed quite a bit, to say the least. Changed to such an extend, that the boat name now is a complete lie. There is no WE anymore; Lawrance lives on his Read More →

Birthday Party (not Christmas Meal...)

I know, I just noticed the date of my last post… So this one will cover SIX MONTHS! Well, I suppose I could divide it in two: our time cruising, and our time not cruising. Therefore Season’s Greetings part 1 (cruising) and Season’s Greetings part 2 (not cruising). Yes, we actually do cruise. We leave Read More →

We're out!

And we’ve already done 14 locks… The experienced boater will do a quick calculation: 14 locks, that means they must be on the Middlewich Branch. Well, no. We’re still in the marina. The first We that is NOT me and Lawrance, but it’s actually WRT. We’re out just means: we’re out of the water, or, Read More →

Today, and yesterday, and the day before. And last week, and the week before that. No gale force winds, no torrential rain, plenty of sunshine. A perfect day to spend locked down, in the marina. Just before the sun comes up, I get up. It’s awful quiet, not only because it’s around 5am but also Read More →

We've cruised!

And everything else that happened between my last post in February and now. First of all me and Ann went to London to see Cirque du Soleil, visit various museums and eat at posh restaurants. And see millions of kids… We did the National History Museum. That was a waste of time; it only took Read More →

Dennis on his way

And polished brass again and again. And cleaned windows again and again. Something like that. An update of all that happened over the last month or so. First of all I still owe you the results of the oliebollen bake contest. No, they didn’t really look like oliebollen. Yes, they were round, and had approximately Read More →

100 yards from Heddal Stavkirke

Dear Jumper, Just over thirty years ago, on the 27th of December 1989, you were born in Heddal, a small village in Norway. In a house about 100 yards away from the famous Stavkirke. It was cold, even at daytime, but luckily it stopped snowing. I had just decided to get divorced, and my whole world Read More →