WARWICK & REST

16thJuly  Buses to Nuneaton and train to Peterborough and bus to flat.
15thJuly Transfer boat in stages to Escome Old Wharf and moor 
14thJuly Cross country N.Hampton, Rugby,Leamington, Warwick,
13thJuly Boot sale market Peterborough
12thJulyOrtons England engulfed in a series of almighty heatwaves
and I am minimising at the mancave.

Slightly cooler here further east than it is further west.  

Warwick is within the bake area but I travel back Monday 14th to move the boat a bit and then come back east on Wednesday16th for a CT scan scheduled Sat19 and collect pharmaceuticals.  The ongoing drought is emptying all the water from the country's reservoirs and it is likely that top pounds will dry out as no real rain is forecast for the foreseeable future.   

8thJuly2025 Upper Cape 

I arrived at Bridge50 Upper Cape on Tuesday 1st July somewhat shattered and in need of a long rest.   This blog is being keyed in on Tuesday 8th in the late evening in case my newest towpath friend tunes in.  I have had a week of recuperation.

Martina is a skilled sailor with an Irish background mind your own business but lives in Spain and just happens to be visiting Warwick ... mind your own business ... We met over a boat guard-rail as she strolled the towpath.

I'd been contemplating the mystery of life and the approaching heatwave which I am going to avoid by slicing off to Peterborough for the duration. The glass has been rising since Sunday. 

ps. 23rd Emscote Wharf I met Martina again and she had sent me an e-mail which got lost in the post.  pps. comms. restored and Martina visited again this time at Tesco bollards and read me a recent blog.  I wonder should I ask her to be my literary editor for Muddy Brown Water

Earlier this evening I had mooched down to the Cape of Good Hope ... no not that one ... for a glass of ale and had no sooner entered the hallowed walls before I met Paddy the Irishman Paddy the Englishman and Paddy the Other Irishman extolling the virtues of white and black puddings. Putting my ears out on stalks after noting a pure Irish accent I ascertained that Paddy the Irishman was a bullman. Paddy the other Irishman was born here but the parents were from Galwaw so in no time we were all going 90 ... 

Ireland is now a world leader in AI ... no not that one ... Paddy the Irishman is at the cutting edge ... Recently he escorted a band of English farmers to a Fingal location to see a totally automated dairy farm producing the highest quality milk on grass-fed Holsteins.  I know the Barista story from Cornwall but Dublin Dairies milk is up there.  Ed, for that is Paddy the Irishman's real name, travels the world  on a mission of pulling the quality of milk worldwide, upwards and onwards. 

There is no genetic modification here.  The cows have been selectively bred for decades to optimise their ability to metabolise and their descendants are fed only on grass and grass derivitives to develop a stomach macro-biome conducive to developing qualities in the milk which make it extraordinarily palatible.  The Fingal milk is part-pasturised and paschalised so that it has a creamy mouthfeel, does not taste as though it had been boiled and lasts a long time in a fridge kept at +2C.  It has long been known that freezing milk spoils it and storing it above +3C causes it to go sour or go bad. 

Ed told me the English farmers were astonished at how advanced the Fingal farm was and came home from Scully's Dublin Farm Dairy with a new understanding of how advanced Irish dairying is.

Time to up our game. The blog is moving onto visuals and start from THIS PC