A narrowboats journey through repair, cruising, and other joys of the english waterways.
I have been struck by..err..reflections of late. I don’t know about you but sometimes they are so good I like to wonder which way up I am.
Here are some early morning pictures:
The trees beyond the lock look like mops being extended over the canal.
Calm in the country:
posted by MortimerBones at
7:27 PM
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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