All pretty civilised now. Done the big Sainsbury’s shop. A half bottle of Glenfiddich narrowly pipped a bottle of Pinot Grigio as my poison for the week.
Only one collision on our first run. A slight encounter with a battered dinghy moored on the bank. No one in it. Or at least there wasn’t when we looked. Didn’t hear a splash.
Manoeuvring a narrow boat is interesting and rather graceful once you’re more used to it. The first bit from the boatyard was very narrow with lots of overhanging branches. I’m guessing it’ll be easier once we’re away from the town and onto a main river.
On the way we got three glimpses of kingfishers flashing across the water. Brilliant, literally. And now to walk Dylan and find a place to eat. We’ll cook tomorrow.
Just before we left, we discovered a leak from the back of the dishwasher. Not serious, but we had to check. Then, after popping into say goodbye to the grandparents, our shiny new car grounded it’s underside on the curve of their drive. Omens? Mayhap of doom? Probably not…
We’re going on a narrow boat in the Fens. The boat is called Silver Fox. Yes, it is.
Books will include Howard’s End, The Subterraneans, David Sedaris and Deke Leonard’s biogs. Also probably Philip Whalen. And Roots Of The Blues. Might even read them.
Soundtrack – mine – will be Man, of course, Bob Dylan, blues of all kinds, Jerry Newman’s recordings at Minton’s in New York. 1941, and Megatripolis. Oh and Elder.
Changed my mind already of course. Philip Whalen a bit big so he will have to be savoured at home. And remembered that Janis joplin will be big, as soundtrack and as book. Her bio by Myra Friedman.
Oh and Kid Ory, Red Allen and Muggsy Spanier of course.