Living on a Narrowboat
1st day of the trip cycling Marrakech to Ouzoud, roughly 167km or 103 miles.
A bit far this one. Worked out to be around 165km by the time I arrived at thehotel.
That would have been ok, but I have a knee injury. I’d forgotten this and by 130, it was starting to cause problems.
Apart from that, it all went well.
It was actually more than 86 miles. That’s just when the Fitbit ran out. All in all, the trip was 104 miles.
Continue reading “Marrakech – Ouzoud Falls”Just finishing off with my last day here.
Tommorow I leave. I’ve made an exhaustive map of some of the sights around and about the town.
I’ll be adding to this as I go along.
I’m focusing on getting my bags packed ready for the off tomorrow.
Continue reading “Morocco – Marrakech”So, I’ve realised that the WordPress app simply doesn’t function and I’ve had to delete it.
Now all the blogging I’m doing on this cycling trip across North Africa will be done on the browser.
I’ve not got my computer with me this time, just my phone and tablet. That will make it slower, and it won’t be possible to customise and add content in the way that I’d like. It is better than spamming Facebook.
it’s taken a few days to realise this is the case, but from here on in, I’ll be doing the blog.
Yes. The observant of you may have noticed that for the past few months, my blog had gone missing.
This isn’t a case of a missing blog, more of missing internet. That’s right. For at least the last 4 weeks, if not longer, the internet stopped functioning, (more or less), in Banbury.
I use the internet through mobile hotspot, so if my mobile signal drops, I have no internet.
In the last four to six weeks, there have been a few days when I’ve not even to make calls because the signal was so bad. I made a call, or more of a message to my provider 3 who initially have me a week of, then when I got back in touch the following week and made a formal compliant through the complaints department, (rather than just customer services), they gave me some more money.
After that, I’ve just given up. The service is usable but it’s intermittent. I wouldn’t count on being able to do any big uploads, which I haven’t. Hence, no blog.
This is the first and it’s being done on my tablets browser via the hotels internet.
Continue reading “Marrakech”It’s a case of moving up and down. A little bit of hanging around.
But I’m on the way back up again.
After getting frozen in at Nell Bridge for 2 weeks in the middle of December, I headed down to where I’d just come from, and where my last post was from, Aynho wharf.
The Great Western pub is about a 3 minute walk.
For New Year, it seemed like having considered what few options I had, a local thing would fit the bill nicely, and seeing as I could move the boat accordingly. That’s the option I took.
I visited 2 pubs on NYE, The Duke in Clifton and The Great Western Arms in Aynho wharf.
The owners have recently changed in the GWA and the place was a little empty.
Still, I had no complaints, they dished out the prosecco.
The Duke was a different affair. That was busy. By chance the Sunday was quiz-night, and in keeping with that, they had a New Year’s quiz night when I dropped in. Being a free house, I was able to work my way through the 4 guest beers they had on draught!
CAMRA award winning real local ales according to their website.
Nice 🤭
Continue reading “Happy new-year”Not a bad stop.
Close to the amenities.
I tend to moor away from the road, probably 2 min walk up the towpath which suits me better.
You get better solar, the mobile signal is better and you don’t get intrusions from the odd idiot coming over the bridge beeping their horn.
As I wake up, I can look out across the field.
The sound of the trains are blocked by the industrial units which stand between me and the dual railway tracks.
I moved slightly up, by about 14m. The sound of the trains woke me up. It was only the length of the boat. When you enter into ‘line-of-sight’ of the trains, you get all the noise.
People say you get used to the sound of trains. I’d rather not have it in the first place.
I’m now here behind the sheds and I can’t hear a thing apart from the odd noisy duck.
Although I get a tad less solar, it’s worth it.
There’s one more stop about a mile south from Aynho. It’s close to the village of Souldern down a windey farmers lane.
Walking down the canal, I took these pictures.
Continue reading “Mooring at Aynho Wharf”
