Sometimes things just come off in your hand.
We hit cherry blossom time and wind up the universe.
Shane made a snap decision and we revisit footwear.
Loving the changing scenes around us, and just have to keep moving on.
Something spurred me on to do a job that has needed doing for over a year.
We take our time to find our way with Old Tom and follow in the footsteps of old mares round Cosgrove.
If it worked well before it might be worth a repeat visit.
Several little surprises along the way and some small things taking big risks.
There is no B in THE NORTHAMPTON ARM.
It’s all go for Bartimaeus, after a static few days.
It is well worth keeping your eye on the weather as we have a dramatic experience.
We enjoy a bit of eccentricity, but you won’t catch me in these shoes.
Unusual things float by what we thought was a quiet mooring.
Shane enjoys the company of a poet and we decide Northampton is not a load of old cobblers.
Heading down an arm, Shane keeps on his toes, shouldering the heavy work, while I save my knee.
Even when we are not on the canal we found ourselves going back unusually often.
Life cycles and seasonal changes abound on Easter weekend.