NarrowBoat Bones

A narrowboats journey through repair, cruising, and other joys of the english waterways.

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Boots thought Christmas had come early when he came across the other compost bin; quite a treat!

MortimerBones: 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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