An update on the meanderings of Ian, on the canals 😀
The day of yester dawned with only the mildest of breezes, so the Cardinal and I mooched on. First port of call was about three hundred yards from our bow; the water taps and wotnots of Gailey.
The “Water Taps & Wotnots of Gailey” are an interesting exercise in wide domestic variety. There are two water-points, one of which actually has “tap” taps, and is thus but microscopically useful for boats looking to hook up their hosepipes to fill their main tanks, the other waterpoint has been swathed by …one of the locals… (nuff said) in the remains of an old seat cushion, presumably the better to stop it freezing. I moored us near the latter, and made good, if discreet use of that wonderful invention of mankind, the anti-septic wipe (and a damned good run-through) before hooking up the hosepipe.
Not to put too fine a point on it…
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