Today we are moored up at Tixall

Today we are moored up at Tixall, just past the wide, but still in the middle of nowhere.  It is heaven here.  There is a rookery in a large tree behind us and about 2 to 300 rooks are  coming and going in one large flock, it is stunning to watch.  To the side of us the other side of the canal are reeds where the reed warblers flit to and from.  Swallows skim the surface of the water, and buzzards sit on the wires across the field in the distance to to left of us.  the noise of the birds is tremendous even though the rest of the world is silent to us.

The silence is deafening and beautiful at the same time.  This is boating at its most precious.

Of course we have had a bbq (with our COBB BBQ) cooking a whole chicken.  It sat on the back like a statement and cooked away whilst we relaxed in the setting sun.

Both cats now in from wandering we shut up the back and have settled down for the evening.

Boating is the most relaxing activity anyone can do.  Once you are out in the cut miles from anywhere, there is no phone signal, no internet ,no noisy neighbours, no traffic…just birds and quiet bliss.

# Updated to say we have internet!

Author: Gill

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