Henry on the Lancaster Canal
This is my boat, taken on the Lancaster Canal last autumn. A constant labour, fuelled by unreasoning attachment beyond the point of all rationality. Why on earth insist on having a boat that costs a fortune and needs total devotion and regular attention rather than a shed in the garden which gives the same effect and needs a coat of creosote every five years?
I have no idea.
I've had a boat of one sort or another since I was 15.
I can't imagine life without one.

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