I wonder how we would have coped with quarantine without the internet and all the clever collaborative ways we are able to use it. It’s almost as if all the computer scientists and software engineers were subconsciously working towards this point in our history when we needed to stop dashing around and be on our continue reading »
Blog posts are supposed to be short, regular and up to date. I’ve failed on all counts; how did we get from June to December so quickly? ‘Time isn’t what it used to be/I remember when a minute/had sixty seconds in it/now it seems there’s only two or three’ (words from a song that’s yet continue reading »
Most of the year people often say to me ‘Oh I wish I lived on a boat’ (to which the answer is usually ‘no you don’t, not really, or you would do’). In the winter months no-one says it. During that very cold weather when the ice floes piled up under my stern and opening continue reading »
‘Else’ on the quay at Waldringfield…. one of the nicest spots on the river If you’re a worrying sort of person, I recommend a life afloat; it gives you so many more things to fret about, especially on an old boat. A clonking noise on the hull in the middle of the night – continue reading »
When I lived in a house, the contrast between seasons was not particularly stark. On a boat, the difference between summer and winter involves a whole different way of living. Summer afloat is a glorious, expansive picnic. The entire river is my living space, into which friends ebb and flow with boats, music and continue reading »