People, well none boat people (After over three months we are starting to class ourselves a boatyish folk), have a lot of notions about Narrowboats and life on the canals. One of those wonderfully misguided notions is ‘Oh it must be so romantic’

Granted I can see where the idea comes from, it’s a small space, you would know pretty quickly if you didn’t like someone, as would the neighbours, hearing the splash as you throw them overboard. But romantic … really? It’s just a home, no more or less romantic than your average, that was until this weekend. When Fantine knocked the socks of your average home.

I’ve written before about the awful conditions boaters have to endure in warm weather Owning a Narrowboat is Awful – Narrowboat Sunny Days, the Truth this weekend brought about the other extreme entirely. Torrential rain. I’m talking rain to the point that James and I were readying two of each animal.

So as I lay in bed in the early hours of Saturday morning, snuggled in my duvet listening to the rain bouncing on the roof and drip dropping into the water, or snuggled up cosy on the sofa last night with sleepy dogs and a tummy full of Sunday roast, I couldn’t help but agree … this is blumin wonderful!

It’s only the 24th July, and I am a big lover of all of our wonderful Brisith Seasons, Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter and Greyter (The bit in between them all which is the season equivalent of picking what you want on a menu just to be told they’ve ran out). Whilst I don’t want to wish the summer away, particularly with how wonderful it has been to us so far, I’m rather excited to experience all the seasons with Fantine, from the crisp mornings of Autumn to the driving rain and frosts of winter.

Whilst I struggle to see a narrowboat as romantic in the traditional sense of the word, they are truly magical and heart warming homes.

As Smug As Ever.

James & Kirsty