Check out this guest post from author Ian Hutson from The Story Reading Ape Blog.
More correctly, the splicing of variety is life afloat.
When moving my boat around the English countryside I feel rather as someone might do moving about a house using secret doors and passageways. In books these shady characters furtively slip through doors that masquerade as dusty oil-paintings or they shuffle past cunningly-designed revolving fireplaces controlled by pressing on just the right section of the mantelpiece. In my life on the canals I suddenly duck out of the crowd and disappear using overgrown and hidden steps down the side of ancient bridges, or I simply carry-on walking at the point where the dog-walkers stop to turn around, and I fade like a ghost into the overgrowth. Sometimes, on misty early mornings, it must seem to the bricks & mortar dwellers that there is more than a touch of the Merlin about how I am in view one moment and gone…
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