Moving (for a “single-hander”) at this time of year – most of the English year, in fact – is a case of hopping about between windy spells. Yesterday morning dawned dull, overflowing with dullth in fact, but avec no le wind. I decided that since the dictats of TWMBO (Canal and River Trust – They Who Must be Obeyed) suggested a maximummy of 48 hours on our moorings that we, the Cardinal and moi, would shuffle on a little.
Notable Bennie – These dictats are licence Ts and Cs, not real law, so are law-by-blackmail in effect – you can’t cruise National publicly-owned waterways without a licence, you can’t get a licence without complying with these non-lawful restrictions imposed by an un-elected, unaccountable body. It’s a bit like the local estate heavies telling you that you can walk on “their” patch to and fro the SPAR shop, but only if you pay them protection money… and H.M. Police telling you that it’s just the local gang’s Ts and Cs and that you have a “choice” of some kind in that you need not walk on “their” patch.