Hooray! We’ve finally escaped the marina for the week. Marina life always gives me a bit of cabin fever. While it’s convenient with electricity and water readily available, I much prefer the simplicity of being moored alongside the canal and minimising our reliance on those amenities.
After stocking up on diesel, coal, and another gas bottle (the marina prices were astronomical!), we cruised for about half an hour before finding a peaceful spot to moor.
The bird song was delightful, and we enjoyed watching the steady stream of boats pass by, exchanging friendly waves. Even Mr. Owl made an appearance, which was a real treat.
Steve couldn’t resist the sight of a fallen tree, so he donned his work clothes and got to work with the chainsaw – a task he clearly relishes!
To celebrate our return to the waterways, we treated ourselves to a delicious Greek takeaway using a gift voucher from Maxine’s brother.
The next morning, Maxine was up early for a run along the towpath. There was a bit of mud, but it was wonderful to be back on the canal. After a five-mile run, she returned, and Steve got the boat ready for our next move.
We set off again for another short but enjoyable cruise. The canal was bustling with boats, all eager to find a safe mooring before the predicted storm arrived. We found the perfect spot and quickly settled in, erecting the pram cover as if we’d been there for ages.
Now, we’re all set for the storm and enjoying the simple pleasures of being back on the cut. Next weekend, we’re off on a sunny holiday, and then at the end of February, we’ll be back on the water for good, embarking on a full season of cruising the waterways.
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