Check out this guest post from author Ian Hutson from The Story Reading Ape Blog.
There are no photographs to accompany this account, as you will understand from reading it. I have instead provided some images of the peaceful locations that my narrowboat Cardinal Wolsey and I generally moor up in. I am not fond of towns, and towns are not fond of me, so we generally gravitate to the countryside, the farther and deeper into it the better. This policy though is not without its problems.
Winter here in England this year has been likened to someone in an argument who keeps storming back into the room, waggling a finger and saying ‘…and another thing!’ It is the season that just won’t go away. We’ve had patches of spring, patches sufficiently convincing (i.e., lasting thirty minutes or longer) for me to allow Mr Stove, the phlogiston reactor (coal burner), to go out. Thermal regret soon sets in after decisions such as that in this…
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