How do you Paint a Canal Boat? Narrow boat art is bright and bold, and painting a canal boat is daunting. You can’t hide it away in the attic when you’re done. It’s a giant public artwork whether you like it or not! But should we be too precious about it? We’ve all seen those …
How to party outdoors. I totally unplugged in the woods at a hot BBQ. Summer socials go off-grid with BBQs all around Britain, as temperatures soar to record breaking highs. The fire crackles as orange flames lick at ten fat dripping sausages, popping now and again as they burst their taught browned skins. Marshmallows are …
The Common Hawthorn is a frequent sight on British canals, but one that hedgerow forager’s seen collecting blackberries, pass by.
Living the Dream… a lifestyle of freedom while having enough money to survive, is not impossible. I do it, and so can you!
Windmills, ghosts and giants? Yikes! Wind turbines and narrow boats- yes, you too can be 100% off-grid on a boat! The great and gentle whooshing of blades tower over the odd green hill and windy salt sea flat like gentle giants. Even close up, they make only a discreet sound. At first glimpse one appears …
I’m a Canal Boat Lifestyle Storyteller and I’ve been thinking about nature versus modern man.
Learn how this canal boat blogger lives an off-grid winter, but is sure glad to welcome Spring!
A Canal Travelling Cat and a Magic Far Away Tree. Heavy rain drops fall with dull thuds upon the steel roof off the canal boat as a gust of wind pushes against the face of the stern, rocking it to a drunk left side slant. The dividing curtain hanging between my inside and their outside …
‘The little railway town and a rare visitor’ is part of a monthly lifestyle blog – a true story writer travelogue of a narrowboater’s journey living on the Lancaster canal.
It’s a melting August day, the hottest time of the year! But not so, a delightful summer’s day for me, for I live in a huge steel boat!
Biting blue cold nips at my finger ends as we glide north, upstream, in a diluted orange winter’s sun. The busy morning of chores, the rush of adrenalin, disappears now far behind us…