18♥ and still counting down

As I sit in the gloom of an early wintery morning, the house empty of boys and Himself.
Just me. 
And two tear-away terrors as they rampage through a box full of things.
The kittens see a game in anything and everything. But why do they insist on climbing up the inside of my pyjama trousers  - ooOUCH!


18♥ days and still counting down.... today's picture is a boat filled canal. They chug up and down, plying their trade. Some are 'bus-boats' taking folk from one side of the town to the other, some are tourist attractions with sight-seers shivering as they pootle passed swans and floating litter. Their faces appear grim - they don't seem to be enjoying their treat - it's too cold. 


Some of the narrow boats are homes, cheery and warm looking as wispy trails of smoke waft from little chimneys. These boats have pots of herbs and piles of fire wood balancing alongside bicycles and wheelbarrows on their tops while others are for hire with brightly coloured folk art flowers adorning their sides.  


I've been in one that was a home, briefly visiting a woman to drop off a letter. She shared her boat with her 14 year old son, two dogs (something small and energetic and an irish wolf hound) and two cats....there wasn't much room to move let alone live. It was a strange disconcerting feeling looking out of a porthole and seeing a duck at eye level.

Any hoo - 18♥

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