Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog

Messing about in boats, eh? Summer sunshine, a bottle of vintage Rothschilled ’53 from the sunny side of the vineyard and the damp side of the cellar, a gentle breeze and the distant growl of a Spitfire aeroplane patrolling the azure-blue sky. Well, yes indeed, sometimes – but rarely so from October to March! The pleasures of living on England’s canals in winter differ significantly from the pleasures of summer – and you won’t find many of them listed in the glossy brochures.
In summer I am generally to be found flaked out in the shade under a wet flannel with my feet cooling in a bucket of gin & tonic. I am not one of Mr Nature’s natural sun-bathers.
In winter any Police raid is more likely to catch me in front of the stove, swaddled in my faux-fur “Siberian Wolf” throw, sipping a litre-mug of hot cocoa and…
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