Check out this great guest post from Ian Hutson as posted on The Story Reading Ape Blog
Thus far in my cruises on England’s waterways I have spoilt us (my narrowboat Cardinal Wolsey and me, myself and I) summat rotten – by sticking to the generally rural. I am not fond of the urban, and I go so far as to say that I dislike the metropolitan intensely. Give me wild and remote, give me windswept coastlines, give me woodlands – at the very least give me England’s gentle countryside.
England’s canals, however, were built for industry, built to service mills and ports and to make profit for entrepreneurial chaps who whipped their horses and their workers equally, two eighteen-hour shifts a day, eight days a week. It was inevitable, thus, that the Cardinal and I should at some stage be forced to venture away from the nicely bucolic and into areas with a different kind of beauty, the variety of beauty that could surely only be…
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