Slow way, small person way

Cruising with an energetic 3 year old is something we’ve avoided doing by ourselves – until now. Up to this point we have always had a seriously big family crew on board with the small person so there is a tillerman/woman, crew for locks and a child crew allocated at all times. Now he’s 3Continue reading “Slow way, small person way”

Losing my cool and blame me!

Staying chilled in a metal box isn’t easy, and that’s basically what our steel narrowboat is. Here in Leicestershire, where we’re bobbing about on the River Soar, temperatures are exceeding those currently in Mexico and the Canary Islands – according to my irrefutable source, the Leicester Mercury. Normally on a river in conditions like these,Continue reading “Losing my cool and blame me!”

A journey through time

This week has taken us from the lowlands of Lancashire to the heights of the county, and we have now begun descending into Yorkshire. We’ve been blown about, soaked to the skin, dried, drenched again and bathed in sunshine! En route we have become entwined with England’s industrial past, it’s rise, decay, regeneration and resurgenceContinue reading “A journey through time”

When fight is the only option…

Sometimes fear of the unknown is far worse than the reality – sometimes it just doesn’t prepare you for the reality in life and on canals. Fight or flight is not an option on the famous or infamous Wigan Flight. In this instance, you have to fight to keep going…and going…and going… I am sureContinue reading “When fight is the only option…”