colour-drained a blanched
husk of a land mumbling after
Summer’s uplifting song
A chill late-November morning’s solo boating.
The problem causing the engine to overheat was indeed a blown head gasket and, having been replaced by the engineer on site mid-week, the Eileen’s once more eager for the off.
It’s only a short trudge along a greasy towpath to the boat. The engine fires first time, Eileen shivers into life. I smile.
Need to reverse back to the junction, always a notoriously tricky manoeuvre in a narrowboat, particularly against a stiff cross-wind. Gingerly, inch-by-inch, don’t rush it, take your time, until the boat points beneath the Turn bridge arch and towards Napton.
Only a short one today, it’s the Historic Narrow Boat Club‘s Winter social at Lapworth at 2.00pm., and I’m eager to attend.
To see a larger version of the collaged photograph above simply click on the image or click HERE to go to a flickr album containing the individual annotated photographs.