Or should that read: Icy red? There are a few possibilities. First of all, I must admit that I was glad Magda and Lawrance spent both Christmas and New Year at home. As per usual I looked gorgeous, with all the lights and decorations inside and outside. And because of the possibility of people visiting … Read More →
I manage to convince them that today I really want to leave early. One: I have to negotiate a ferry cable (use the horn three times, and the ferry man lowers the cable), and two: I’ll meet up with Swansong. And what a timing: we arrive at the moorings at exactly the same moment! We … Read More →
Over 2½ years we’ve been in contact, mostly via social media. We’ve kept each other informed about our adventures. But we never met… But finally we do. On the 7th of September 2016, in Wigan. Around midday Swansong moors herself just in front of me. After kisses and hugs we immediately start yapping, while Ian, … Read More →
You think I’m green? No, not that green, you idiot! I’m a grown up girl, thank you. I mean green as in appearance. Like coming from Mars (would I be pink, if I came from Venus?). OK, I’m green with a bit of black, to be precise. Today she offers to do the locks, coming … Read More →
I’m still in Swanley Bridge Marina. Today I get my new engine covers; the last job before we set sail, so to speak. Because I’m more experienced than Magda and Lawrance I try to tell them how to handle me, now I’m freshly painted. Should have done that earlier: the first paint is allready off…! … Read More →
I could just jump for joy. Not that I’m going to do that. No, it would cause chaos. A lot of casualties, a demolished shed. I would probably make the Nantwich Herald, tough. It’s my last hours in the paint shed. A party is planned for around lunchtime-ish, when I’m going to be revealed to … Read More →
I consider myself to be a very special narrowboat. Not a ‘twenty-in-a-dozen’ off-the-peg boat, no. On this planet there is no boat like me. And over the last week I proved it again. Easter Sunday I’m completely ignored by Magda and Lawrance, when they visit the paint shed. It is time to discuss my make-up … Read More →
Getting a complete make-over, like the one I’m getting now, is physically very stressy, for a delicate being like me. The out- and in the water, the much too hot shower just after that, the scabbling and the sanding. And then the ultimate thing: the little hairs of the paintbrushes. Because I’M TICKLISH. But it’s … Read More →
Thirteen years ago today Magda and Lawrance met. On a boat, but one a wee bit bigger than I am. Two years ago today Magda got an email, telling her that they got a boat: ME. Subject to survey, of course, but I knew that a survey wouldn’t be a problem. A day ago today … Read More →
And all my undies on! I consider the grey as my thermal undies. To keep me warm, but not visible to any passers-by. And since they are not pleasant to look at anyway, I really felt ashamed, all the time people could see me in them. But they are covered. Finally. I thought they would … Read More →