We make it as far as Trent Lock before deciding to moor for lunch. Egg butties – cannot beat them! We watch a bit of MotoGP before heading to the pub for a little drink – someone has to keep the hospitality industry going, especially with all this talk of a recession – although there… Continue reading Day Sixteen… egg butties, ice-cream and fizz..
We have a bit of a lazy start after possibly one or two drinks the night before - i blame my mates. I take a little morning wander up to the co-op in Willington for the essentials like butter we forgot yesterday – I nearly fainted in the cool aisle when I looked at the… Continue reading Day Fifteen – lots of locks
We are moored in a slightly remote area so we decide to start the day with a clean of the roof, bow and stern and the side of the boat we can reach from the bank. There is something quite satisfying about taking everything off ((I think i should clarify that Peachy means taking stuff… Continue reading Day Fourteen – Cleaning day…
This morning I wake up in a right mood. I don’t know why but I’m really pissed off. In my younger days I would have tried to find a reason for it but with age I’ve realised sometimes you can just be grumpy and be a bit pissed off for no reason and like a… Continue reading Day Thirteen – grumpy like a heron…
It’s a disappointing start to the morning when we attempt to use the showers but the water is cold and the power of the water is rubbish for filling the boat back up. But never mind, I’m sure once they’ve had time to rejuvenate the facilities it will be a wonderful site although it’s a… Continue reading Day Twelve… Fradley locks…
C.L. Peache 