Holidays on a canal can be relaxing in middle age, and entertaining when young. I have only experienced the latter and there are too many stories to recount of meals falling into laps, people falling into canals, me landing in the snow and one outstanding time when something else fell rather inconveniently into the water.
We were on an Easter break and, yes it snowed, but that’s another story. Our friends, Tarn and Fit, had been away for a week on a narrow boat and we joined them for the bank holiday weekend. The weekend was a hoot from start to finish but on one particular evening we decided to try the local hostelry because we had heard that a crowd from another boat were going there that evening and would play music in the bar. Continue reading Another Holiday Story