Last summer we went off on an amazing trip across the canals, we travelled all squashed up into a tiny little boat, with no mod cons, no gadgets, nothing really except each other, we set off having never been onboard a boat much before and ventured out into the canals. Although I did post about it on my return I never did blog about it to the depth I had visualised I would.
I guess without internet access on board, and then loosing my notepad of diary entries, (to find it again then loose it a second time!) When I returned home and fell back into the routine of house and home I just didn't seem to have the time or motivation to put the memories of the trip down on the blog, which is a real shame.
There were the times I thought we were going to starve if we didn't find a shop soon, but over all we made it to our destination and back again with smiles on our faces, full of possibilities and longing to stay in this dream.
The canals really are such a peaceful part of the countryside, the people who gather around them seem to be happy to appreciate the slow flow of life there, nothing moves fast onboard a boat and the hustle around roads and towns is just not there at all, it was wonderful to just be doing something which was so different to normal, and meeting people who were different to those we would normally interact with.
We were in some ways, the odd ones out, a young family, bustling with noise and energy, three children and a huge boxer dog, crammed into a tiny day boat, yet heading off on this strange trip together.
The people we crossed paths with along the way, mainly older people, full of stories about their lives and interesting snippets of wisdom, made the trip that bit more interesting, it was almost like watching a whole other world.
There were Farm shops which sold the most delicious sausages made right there on the farm along the canalside, with the sellers by the locks inviting you down the tow path to go visit the animals and see how the farm worked, all this added yet more adventure.
Everyone seemed interested in us, and stopped us to chat, where were we going? why? how on earth did we all fit? Many older people saying they had done the same thing as children in a small boat many years ago with their parents, and were pleased to see a family enjoying the simple pleasures in a time now when technology is favoured.
So so many friendly faces, the man who brought us the cracked eggs in the morning, after seeing us pass by the day before, he brought great big fresh eggs that had been bustled quickly into a truck to get them from farm to canalside, offering them to us as a gift instead of throwing them away. How we enjoyed the feast of fresh farm eggs that morning!
The sunsets, the scenery, the fresh air.
But like with everything, it can not last forever.
The winter has been long, and cold, the boat has sat and been left moored up, with wisps of our dreams tied alongside. We haven't followed through with our plan of spending as much time as possible onboard, and infact we haven't been out on the boat at all since we returned home 6 months ago.
We are a young family, the children are growing, and as much as we wanted to grasp that carefree old fashioned life and follow our dreams last summer, reality hits.
So with a heavy heart we have packed up and said goodbye to Misty Blue and the canals.
We simply can't merit the cost of keeping her if we are not going to get the use from her.
We can't leave the children home alone whilst me and Darren sneak off to enjoy the canals, and the protests and wanting to stay close to friends and home comforts seem to be ever growing.
So for now, we will have to put a break on our canal living dreams, hopefully not forever, I really can imagine living onboard one day, but just not yet, right now we need to find something new to entertain us this summer, something that we can all enjoy together, even though it is increasingly difficult to find that illusive thing which means spending time with us parents is more fun than the draw of the xbox and school friends.
I am determined not to just allow the children to disappear into the bedrooms forever more, on the brink of teenage years,and hope that we can convince them to spend time with us n day trips out instead of long breaks away.
So this is my input to the Gallery - Letter C
Childhood - Canals -Changes