Moored up after navigating Salter’s Lode and Denver Sluice, with not much swearing. There was some. These two mistake me for someone who cares about wildlife and don’t seem to respond to monosyllabic epithets. And they sound like horses. Just … Continue reading →

This is Rae’s first painting of the trip. She did it last night while I wrote the Pink Floyd thing. A lot of paint, it’s still wet in places. And it would make a cool album cover. I won’t give … Continue reading →

Today’s BBC Weather forecast for Denver: Light Cloud. Max 17°C, min 11°C. http://www.bbc.co.uk/weather/2651353 Didn’t know we are in Denver. It is the home town of Neil Cassidy, immortalised by Jack Kerouac as Dean Moriarty in ‘On The Road’. Not this … Continue reading →

More blinkin’ (word changed for mum’s sake) kingfishers, though there isn’t one here. But there IS a river of green, and it has been sliding unseen beneath the trees. Those of you who have understood the transcendent aural majesty of … Continue reading →

We’re heading towards Salter’s crossing near Downham Market. We’ll moor up there for the night and then it’s on to the Great Ouse towards Ely and Cambridge. This is very Fenny now and much easier. There have been loads of difficult … Continue reading →

This is what keeps us going. It growls, rather than clanks, really. We paused because the tiller felt a bit clunky, which suggested some weeds tangled round the prop. The grey box is the prop access; you remove the gasket … Continue reading →

Max is a competent musician. But breakfast is his metier. As Dylan wishes he could discover.

This is Marmont Priory lock. We moored up OK – twice now – and Max and Rae also succeeded in doing a proper one point turn to get into the channel past Friday Bridge (which is a place, not a … Continue reading →

Actually, this was a hilarious clip of these most most indignant ladies who appear to have lost their charabanc, with their bonnets aboard. But I pressed the wrong button.