Bobbing about a bit

In a change to our typical weekends (although I’m still not terribly sure what a typical weekend is), the four of us have spent the weekend cruising/living on a narrowboat.

There’s a reason behind this waterbourne adventure, but more on that another time.

We spent Friday night, all of Saturday (inc night) and a good stretch of Sunday¬†aboard ‘Carlton’, a 56′ narrowboat belonging to Ashby Boats.

The weather held fantastic all weekend.

During our two days afloat we cruised from Stoke Golding in Warwickshire to Shackerstone in Leicestershire.

Overnight we stopped at a remote stretch of canalside/countryside, a few miles north of Market Bosworth.

The peace and quiet Saturday night was awesome.

Total.

And there was absolutely zero light pollution.

It has been a very relaxing weekend.

But our lookouts were rubbish.

Lookouts

Lookouts not looking out

We had a going-upstream and coming-downstream conversation with a woman who has lived on her narrowboat for 13 years.

She said that selling up and becoming a liveaboard was the best thing she’s ever done.

When I asked her what the worst thing about being a liveaboard was, she thought about it before saying ‘muddy towpaths in the winter’.

She was a very jolly lady who, when we came back downstream, was about to start wielding an angle-grinder onto the outside of her boat (Nimrod).

It’s been a fun weekend, and one very different from any we’ve had.

This is the view when we woke up on Saturday morning:

Narrowboat: the view outside

Narrowboat: the view outside

Although we live in a quiet country village, the change in the view, and the shift in the pace of life were very welcome.