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Let’s walk and talk for a minute, if you will. It’s been a month since I started writing this post, or almost a month; and quite a month at that. As I typed the first line of this post on my phone, I strolled up the towpath to
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A not-so quick update
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A call to arms and hands
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On temporality, and the passing fad of industry
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On the conclusion, and on moving on in a different way
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A big day of it, 8 and a half hours without a by-your-leave or a stop for coffee. 14 locks, three canals, the M6 and the Aston Expressway, and finishing the day digging down past the pilings to find somewhere to anchor the mooring chain. We did the Birmingham run
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An Unexpected Journey, or Getting the Run Around
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So, that’s it then. The initial month-long closure turned swiftly into six weeks, and then just as quickly into three months at least. We all saw it coming; the diplomatic way that Waterways staff used qualifiers such as “hope", “plan", and “aim" were the giveaway. Well,
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I've tried to write this post a few times; most frequently in the early hours of the morning when stress turns into insomnia and rest cannot be bought with care nor medicine. When reading the drafts back however, they strike me more as entitled whining than updates and
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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
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Here it is, the end of the year. Or, there it was, at least. It's already been Christmas and New Year, despite it still being a few weeks away just a few minutes ago. An entire week has passed in the mere seconds since I started this draft.
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Hello all, well it looks like I’ve finally resolved the video upload glitch here, so in celebration here is a good 90 odd minute cruise through the Stoke area and into Staffordshire proper, coming to rest at a pub named bizarrely enough, after the actor Neil Morrissey. The mind