Archive | December, 2013

Happy New Year..!

31 Dec

I love this time of year.

With silly season behind us [there is a god after all] and a new beginning on the horizon – I love new beginnings too – it’s like the slate has been wiped clean and the perfect time for a fresh start.  A whole 12 months of who knows what to look forward to. Exciting.

And I’ve a strong feeling that next year will be a good one. Don’t know why, just feel it in my bones – or maybe that’s Arthur [Writus] a new ‘friend’ that seems to have moved in with me.

Arthur aside, I’ve come over all positive about 2014 and have an unshakable belief that good things are about to happen. Lets hope so – for all of us.  I deserve it, not so sure about you as do you…

But be sure I shall share events with you here, hopefully some good pics too, whatever the new year brings, and look forward to your continued visits to my blog. Likes and any comments are always welcome – keep ’em coming – they make me stop thinking I’m talking to myself here my little world go round and keep me a very happy boatbird.

That’s about it then for now except to wish you all a fabulous 2014, be happy and healthy… images[4]

And keep smiling xx

Stomping Christmas…!!

25 Dec

To hell with the last minute shopping.

Yesterday we treated ourselves to a trip to The City – Leicester Square, Ambassador Theatre – to see Stomp2013-12-24 14.30.34

Been on my list forever, since pussy was a kitten and before BB was born. And John and I have been angling to get there for a couple of years but now the box is well and truly ticked.

The show was every bit as good as I thought it would be. And more. Loved it. Loud, energetic, funny, inspiring.

If there was a downside, it would be the total ban on photography inside the theatre so, sadly, no pics for you here.

Well just the one then…2013-12-24 14.30.20Afraid this is as good as it gets folks.

Do follow the link to the Stomp website if percussion is your thing – it will give you a good idea of what they are about. If you didn’t already know.

A trip on a train/ London Underground/a visit to the city/ a pub lunch – all splendid stuff. I am easily pleased.

A great day was had by both.

Brief boatie news: river is up, unsurprisingly after Monday’s storm [boy, did the boat rock] and DDA is awash in places…001 003 004 006

But my superb new jetty makes life so much easier.

Even if Hobo has risen over a foot, meaning a wee step up to get on board, but a far cry from the suicide walk down the old plank onto a soggy shore up to the ankles in muddy water.

Gas bottles now cunningly concealed within John’s latest masterpiece…010

Keeping the regulators dry and my immediate surroundings less of a pikey site.

So all is well in Boatbirdland this festive season and we two are all set for a cosy day feasting by the fire.

All the very best to my readers this Christmas time and hope you have the day of your dreams and whatever it is that floats your boat at this time of year.

And what of those folk who don’t visit here?

Guess they’re off my Christmas list then…

Winter Draws On..

9 Dec

So many of my posts are inspired by something I see and subsequently capture on camera. Then I build the words around the image.

The water’s reflective surface adds dimension to almost any subject, not least the good old sunset…


And this was tonight’s glorious gift.

Some might say I have done this subject to death but such scenes never fail to mesmerise and fill me with wonder. I have been known, on several occasions, to pull off the road if driving (I’d crash otherwise) or steer into the bank if boating, to watch the sun go down.

This particular shot was made up of half a dozen overlapping snaps that were ‘stitched’ together in order to reproduce this glorious panorama.

Sunsets over the water are often stunning,  but almost surpassed by those of the Fens where those big skies make for truly spectacular visual treats…


Lovely farmyard scene, courtesy of John boy.

And I like the inclusion of the weather vane on top of the shed in this one…004 (5)

Looks good in silhouette.

It’s not only the river that’s being reflective though, it’s me too. You may have spotted that all by yourself. Can’t help it I’m afraid – time of year. But more of that another time.

Haven’t been up to much, not a lot to write about here anyway, so this may be a shorter than usual post.

Just preparing for the winter – like we do – making sure the coal mountain doesn’t turn into a molehill, plenty of spare gas in the right place and finally getting around to packing away summer and digging out the winter woollies.

So anything remotely flimsy and incapable of doubling as a layer of warmth [and certainly the shorts] has been consigned to a few months holiday under my bed.

Had two new car tyres fitted but still need to check on the anti-freeze – both car and boat. Must also top up Hobo’s diesel tank to ward off the fuel bug and make sure the new deck terrace is anti-slip.

I am tirelessly trying to time my shopping so as not to coincide with those people that do Christmas big-time but this at time of year that’s always a fail.

Lucky for me, I live and move within a place full of pictures that beg to be taken – the unexpected, the beautiful, the colourful, the unusual… 100_0988A houseboat with no engine, propelled by pole. Truly life in the slow lane.

And the amusing…100_0946

Until I come to clean the roof that is. I don’t often get to see this – I usually hear it from inside the boat and put the picture together in my head.

It is, as someone once said, the biggest garden in the world. Ever-changing.

All year round…100_1532Even at night…100_1105

I look forward to whatever brilliant photo opportunities pop up this coming season – maybe some with a South African flavour (albeit it taken by proxy) and to turning them into some writing for me and a bit of a read for you.