I feel the need for speed ((Hand on a minute there Peachy you do remember you sold your motorbike to fund this adventure don’t you? The only speed you can muster now is when you hear an ice-cream van outside or catch sight of a Costa coffee in the distance.)) It’s time to cruise but… Continue reading Day Thirteen – Holme Lock to ‘between’ Nottingham and Beeston Lock – Monday 31st July
((Here we go... another boring blog from Peachy. Wait for it...)) We enjoy a pile of scrambled egg made in the frying pan as the microwave drains too much power and a few slices of homemade toast before watching more bike racing and then I decide, because I’m an adult, and no-one can tell me… Continue reading Day Twelve – Holme Lock – Sunday 30th July
We are woken in the night by a banging on the side of the boat… had the pirate duck found us or was it the zombies trying to climb aboard? Or was someone trying to break in and steal my coffee? Turns out it was a buoy we had left dangling on the river side… Continue reading Day Eleven – Holme Lock – Saturday 29th July
It’s with regret we leave the mooring at Stoke. At the risk of being evicted we head off to hopefully secure a mooring at Holme Lock ((big spoiler here folks – they do!)) Hey Brackets, stop ruining my plan of building up the tension of the story, the… will they, won’t they make it alive?… Continue reading Day Ten – On the move – Friday 28th July
After chatting to the lockie it seems it is a little busy at the locks ahead and Nottingham due to the festival ((they later find out the festival isn’t until next weekend. Honestly canal and river trust should revoke their licence they have no clue what’s happening and you keep mentioning it. I think everyone… Continue reading Day Nine – Still here – Thursday 27th July
C.L. Peache 