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.
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.
And there was absolutely zero light pollution.
It has been a very relaxing weekend.
But our lookouts were rubbish.
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:
Although we live in a quiet country village, the change in the view, and the shift in the pace of life were very welcome.