Barges

Though I’ve signed off from a regular blog from the barge, there are a few loose ends to tie up.…

I’ve been living on this barge for the better part of four months and I reckon the time has now come to stop blogging about it…

So this is it, my new home for who knows how long, on its way through the lock around the corner.…

To judge from the scoffolding poles that were being exchangedoutside the pub this afternoon, there is mounting tension as weapproach what we know will be mamouth tides around 9 September.…

I’m afraid I can’t resist a small whoop of triumph as I post this entry direct from the barge.…

I am becoming sensitive, not to say jumpy, about sound…

This morning I woke to find the river flowing in the wrong direction, the barge rising at an alarming speed…

Ihave now been on the barge for just a couple of months and am gettingto know it just a little bit better…

The carnivalesque mood of the river continues…

Asilent boat crept past the other day…