It is that time of year again and the chimney maker and I headed up to Alrewas yesterday to see the old mucker to give him his shiny red pride and joy.
We left him staring at it.
In other news I have painted my chimney.
A narrowboats journey through repair, cruising, and other joys of the english waterways.
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.