Living on a Narrowboat
Introducing the mystical tour in and through land of dragons, King Arthur and many steep hills! All by bicycle! Stay tuned!
Yes!
A tour of Wales, right here and COVID FREE! to your living rooom!
Enjoy my travails whilst safely distanced at home!
Yes! No more work!
I will be making sure I visit all the hottest spots in WALES!
And post all my thoughts about the country and my journey through it right here….. onto my blog…..
Death and the mortal fear of death in and around Braunston, the nasty nexus.
Or Braunston as some people call it. A place where;
Boaters paradise… Good value eh?
Apart from writing a blog post about the place and spending my winter mooring here in 2017, I don’t think I’ve done anything TO the place.
The people vandalise, assault, steal and are generally as unpleasant as they can be without resorting to violence. Which is not always true….
Remember this guy? He decided he didn’t like me when I was eating dinner al-fresco, and he was retrieving a tyre from the other side of the canal.
Continue reading “Welcome to the Nasty Nexus”The faint hum that has been in the background, for more than 6 months now…. is gone.
I’m on the Northampton/Warwickshire border.
My boat’s pointing toward Oxford… You can see the border there, about 100 feet away.
It’s very quite here. Very much quieter than it’s been for a long-long time. Although Flore was kind of quite, it didn’t have the stillness of the countryside.
Continue reading “Far from madding motorway”Death cancer causing windmill zombies feeding on demon horsemen close to M1 in Northamptonshire.
Close to the lost village. Apparently lost during the time of the black death. As so much of the population was destroyed at this time, many small villages ceased to exist. Their residents turned into zombies. Muscottities still haunt the hills and dales near the M1. I even heard it was them that put up the windmills…. Although that could be ‘fake news’… Windmills cause cancer… We all know that…
Continue reading “Muscott”I used to call it ‘Muscott’, but it’s much closer to ‘Brockhall’ than the deserted village of Muscott.
One of the residents, or I assume it was one of the residents, accosted me whilst walking through the hamlet of Brockhall 2 nights ago.
The road across from Brockhall to Long Buckby is what’s known as a ‘gated road’. It’s a rural kind of road with free roaming cattle and two gates or cattle grids at either end.
This road takes in the lost village of Muscott, skirts across a couple of hill tops, then goes through the hamlet of Brockhall.
Brockhall itself used to be home to a large manor house, Brockhall Hall, which due to lack of an heir, was sold off in 1969 and re-developed over the course of time into a set of self contained flats.
This large manor is set opposite Brockhall Manor, a large and still functioning farm operation, with a few thatched crofters cottages set in between.
Just prior to these cottages is the gate leading toward Buckby and the canal.
Continue reading “Dodford -> Brockhall”
