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Today I have a special guest on my blog: Alice Griffin, a narrowboat wife. She is a mother, writer, traveller, dreamer, vegetarian, animal lover, seeker of peace, crafter and sometime gardener. On her blog Writings From the Wherever she talks about projects she is working on and connects with others… from wherever she may be...
Over to Alice...
The Call of the Water
Over to Alice...
The Call of the Water
When my family
and I started looking into the option of living on a narrowboat, a friend said:
“the winters can be hard, but the Spring and Summer more than make up for it.”
Right now I am
writing this in my notebook sat on the roof of my boat. The sun is beating
down, fellow boaters are cruising by and my daughter is peddling up and down
the towpath on her bike talking to the ducks and geese… at this moment I simply
cannot imagine a better way to live in England because for me, it is everything
at its best: nature, friendliness and freedom.
We are in the
first throws of Spring and winter is just a distant memory. Sure this winter
was nowhere near as severe as last winter, but still I cursed to myself at
having to lug big bags of dirty washing to the laundrette, thinking about what
it would be like to just put the washing on in my kitchen and go about
something else while it whirred away*. Or I would catch myself daydreaming
about life in a house with rooms where you can shut yourself off in silence
when rain is falling and family life gets too claustrophobic. But no, it’s not
winter any more and as we untie the ropes of our mooring for the first time
this year, I am reminded of all the things I love about boat living.
My hand-washed
clothes are blowing in the breeze and there is abundant space on the doorstep
where we can roam and find adventures along secret paths, in wide open fields
and amongst the trees. I think that’s it for me, the attraction to this way of
life: living right in the heart of nature. Each morning the air tastes more
delicious and I feel more at peace as I lay still listening to the chaffinch
who visits the window feeder or watch the Moorhens as they scurry in and out of
their nest. The world is coming alive right on my doorstep and somehow, I am
more aware of it than I ever was because it feels as though I am in some way
cocooned within nature’s embrace here. And when I do have to do a laundrette
run, it is no longer plagued by a cold walk lugging heavy laundry, to sit
staring sorrowfully through steamed-up windows onto a dreary street. Now we
‘washers’ chat to each other with bright smiles as we watch our clothes go
round, the Manageress plays guessing games with my daughter and we take breaks
in the church grounds opposite amongst the Spring flowers. Somehow, now, I feel
I would be losing a valuable people connection if I were to have a washing
machine on my boat.
But as I write
this I feel a sense of sadness for having emerged from another winter, but
without the prize of seeing the first ducklings and moorhen babies outside my
back door. You see, next week I will be heading off on a new adventure to the
mountains of Italy where my family and I will be volunteering on a farm and
although I will still be very much within the embrace of nature, I know I will
long for my life on water, wondering when it will call me back…
* please note,
it is entirely possible to have a washing machine on a narrowboat if you so
wish!
Alice's book is an inspiring travelogue with practical tips: True stories of travelling with a baby.
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