It was half-term: released from the school routine the Cheshire One bounded up the garden path, paused...

Blame Baby Sis… it was she who insisted that we made a visit (a last ever visit?) to the Pembroke Bookshop...

The Three Sisters (Boatwif’s three sisters, that is) had generously donated monies for theatre-going in recognition of a significant...

Going out into a desert? “Boat blogs could prove a little difficult,” wrote Senior Sis in an e-mail last week. For...

On Sunday Cal Guy Jnr was distinctly unwell: he was running a high fever and just wanted to cling to one parent or other...

“It’s winter,” said Cal Son as Boatwif remarked upon Christmas decorations at a shopping mall...

Trains and Boats and Planes goes the first line of Burt Bacharach’s 1965 song. Well, Trains were ticked via the Coaster...

Thursday: bodies and brains were in a jumble – it isn’t easy to adjust to an eight hour time difference. From previous visits...

It was almost a shame to forsake British shores on Wednesday: the back garden maple tree is just...

Readers of the last blog A Ferry Trip – by Taxi  may remember that the Captain and Boatwif had, so to speak, failed in their...

“As your September birthdays are special this year we are sending you on a cruise…”  Yes, the...

Warm sunshine on Saturday: chill wind on Sunday… Yet despite the much colder temperature*...

Biddulph Aqueduct this morning was glorious, the sun sparkling over the valley, dog walkers and joggers enjoying...

Are you optimistic by nature – or pessimistic? When the rain is so persistent that even the ducks have...

This is a favourite stretch of the Trent and Mersey Canal for the Cleddau crew: the industries of Northwich and...