Oh the first night fantasia, the warm feeling of home. I remember my first night sleeping amongst the far to many boxes I bought with me wondering where will I put it all. Most of it has now been re distributed.
This morning like every morning is a joy to wake up to a light mist over the canal the sound of dew dripping from the trees, a crackle from the stove bird song in every direction.
Bacon butty and a pot of tea dog snoring on my lap. Life is good happy days enjoy the experience and embrace your new home welcome to the slightly crazy community of boaters.