I observe the canal’s other residents ducking and diving, horsing around, swanning about, and pigging out.

Things go (mostly) smoothly as I take the helm.

A cold welcome and cold feet as I return to Bartimaeus.

Pigs, lambs, and python feature as I return to Bartimaeus

Some sticky situations in Stoke.

I am lured from my boat by the call of creatures of the sea.

A day of locks, teamwork, birds, and burgers.