A narrowboats journey through repair, cruising, and other joys of the english waterways.
I know that the canal chases through the beautiful countryside but it wasn’t until I had a dog that I ventured a bit further and started to explore it. This field is minutes away from the canal. Living on a boat is so much more than the bilges and water.
posted by MortimerBones at
6:10 AM
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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