NarrowBoat Bones

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

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Whilst bobbing along the canal there are some bizarre contraptions along the way. This arm chair was pointed out to me:

and I wonder who lost their hair style?

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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