Wouldn’t you like to live the laid-back life on this converted rice barge? I would! But then, I’ve always been a bit of a sucker for boat-y things.
It’s been so long since I did any sailing I probably can’t remember which sheet pulls which sail, but I still get that “lift” when I see yachts or barges. (By barge I mean canal narrow boat.)
Years ago, in England, I tried to persuade several friends that pooling our money and hiring a barge to cruise down the Rhone would be a fun way to spend a holiday. They didn’t seem to think the same. We ended up on a 20′ tub on the Grand Union Canal! But that was fun, too, except for the good old English summer weather…
And now I’m fired-up again to go bargeing in France, having just soaked up a TV programme in which Rick (Cornwall chef) Stein did exactly that.
The scenery! The ambience! The food! The wine! Oh, the slow, contented measure!
I’ve met people from many lands, eaten food from as many, but, somehow, the places that pull me back are Italy and France.
I wonder if the old salthouse still stands in Honfleur…? Does that enterprising Ligurian still sell fresh coconut on the front in Lerici…?
I overheard a woman telling her friend recently that she had told her daughter she should not travel abroad because of all the “terrible things that are happening.”
Well, yes, terrible things do happen.Have always happened, lady, but you can’t keep your children at home on a selfish “what if…”
I still believe that fewer terrible things would happen if more of us met more of us.
Rather like the Six Degrees theory. Or blogging.
Oh, for the record, Josh-the -Blog-Mog is becoming quite big-headed after his brush with fame.I doubt I’ll be able to keep him away.