A narrowboats journey through repair, cruising, and other joys of the english waterways.
posted by MortimerBones at
Or an icebreaker...but perhaps that type of ship couldn't fit down the canal!
You have enough hot air for a windmill tee hee
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Standing on the roof, with the wind in my hair, gulls cry I sigh, living it up here. The rain meanders along, soaking me to the bone, and ah, as I stand there... no longer alone.
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