Space Between Land and Water

There has to be a poem somewhere to describe the tiny sliver of water between the towpath and the gunnel.  I just have not found it yet, so a photo shall suffice, taken on 8th January at Weedon where I am currently parked.  Imagine squelching down that towpath through the cloying mud til abeam Pentargon, grabbing the handrail and stepping off the land and onto the gunnel, the boat bowing gently towards you as it senses your weight and your presence.
I am HOME after a four hour odyssey from the flat fifty miles to the east.  I transfer to the deck, open the hatch and descend into the bowels.  I've safely navigated the sliver of water that separates one reality from another.

The interior is cold, a glance at the thermometer shows how cold: 5.5C at the roof and 4.7C at floor level.  The priority will be to get the home fire burning and since I did have the wit to leave everything ready on my previous departure the first tiny flames are glinting in a thrice.  Only then do I check the cabin thermometer and sure enough it agrees in principle and particular with the outer cabin.

The whole boat is the same coldness and agrees with the outside air temperature.  Once the fire is settled I can cross the sliver that separates one reality from the other again, outbound to the shop and again inbound loaded down with a pint of milk.   Sadbh lurks in that sliver while I am away.  Meet Sadbh on the main website  homepage.

TUE 16TH JAN 2024 Format new blog entry and laundry
WED 17TH JAN 2024 Farnborough via John Lewis and Waterloo.
THU 18 Quiet day with Karl and Brenda
FRI 19 Family gathering at Mill House Hook
SAT 20 Dine and wine with Brenda Karl Chantal, Mike
SUN 21 Convivial dinner with the next generation
MON 22 Depart Ivanhoe for Peterborough
TUE 23. RTM  Future Health  Laundry