A chill February morning after rain. A short solo trip. Precious. Needed. A chance to soothe frayed city nerves and in slowing down, re-achieve some kind of balance. My heartbeat steadies to the engine on tick-over. Coffee at hand in a chipped mug. Camera, recorder too. Savour each moment, enjoying the looking and absorbing as much as the documenting. A reassuring mesh of bloke, boat and landscape. Caves & Keens, Slat Mill & Peewit, Hardwick & Bourton, the poetry’s in the naming. Old Eileen’s good company. I’m involved and engaged with the boat, the canal and setting the road ahead.