Step into Christmas, Drift into the New Year
A bit of midwinter footage to finish off the story of 2023. Here is part of Christmas Eve’s afternoon run, itself cut short because I’d left the boat key at home and had to drag us both back down the bypass (sorry about that).
I’ve already written about this little trip, so won’t labour the point by badgering you with more deathless prose, but here is a quiet glide into Christmas and from there into 2024.
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As the rain has taken on the more apocalyptic mantle of the ‘water-based punishment of the lord’ as Bill Bailey would have it, chances to get out again since have been limited; but I am hoping to crest the flight at Atherstone in the next few days, and then make a dash through Nuneaton without hesitation. I’ve an itch to get the building underway now, not least because very soon this boat needs to start paying its own keep.
In recent days I’ve become incredibly nostalgic for the miles now behind us. It’s been a perfectly wonderful year of boating and adventure, and the closing of the calendar as well as the journey is tinged with more than a little sadness. I am reassured that there will be many more miles under the sun to come, and so it is incumbent upon me to get the next phase underway with haste.
There are around 22 miles to go, so let’s get on with it…
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