Narrowboat

And so on that note, all that remains for me to say is a really big thank you to all of our Lockwheelers for supporting this podcast.

They are Anna McKellar, Susan Baker, Mind Shambles, Claire Hollingsworth, Kevin B, Fleur and David McLaughlin, Lois Raphael, Tanya Yorge, Andrea Hansen, Chris Hines, Chris and Alan on the narrowboat The Land of Green Ginger, Captain Arlo, Rebecca Russell, Alison on the narrowboat Mucca, Derek and Pauline on Silver Fox, Anna V, Orange Cookie, Mary Keane, Tony Rutherford, Arabella Holtzapfel, Rory with MJ and Kayla, The Narrowboat Precious Jet, Linda Reynolds-Burkins, Richard Noble, Carol Ferguson, Tracy Thomas, Mark and Tricia Stowe and Madeline Smith.

Thank you.

Autumn begins.

And while I'm thanking people, of course, a very big thank you to all of our Lockwheelers for supporting this podcast.

They are Anna McKellar, Susan Baker, Mind Shambles, Claire Hollingsworth, Kevin B, Fleur and David McLaughlin, Lois Raphael, Tanya Yorge, Andrea Hansen, Chris Hines, Chris and Alan on the narrowboat The Land of Green Ginger, Captain Arlo, Rebecca Russell, Alison on the narrowboat Mucca, Derek and Pauline on Silver Fox, Anna V, Orange Cookie, Mary Keane, Tony Rutherford, Arabella Holtzapfel, Rory with MJ and Kayla, The Narrowboat Precious Jet, Linda Reynolds-Burkins, Richard Noble, Carol Ferguson, Tracy Thomas,

Mark and Tricia Stowe,

and Madeleine Smith.

What we need.

is here.

This is the Narrowboat Erica signing off for the night and wishing you a very restful and peaceful night.

Goodnight.

Yeah, and then I heard that she, well, when she died, she was in Portugal, so that barge has obviously gone far.

I think they called it Canal Boat.

Anyway, Bonnie Tyler streams.

Dang it.

at the mass of blackness that was those trees and the opposite shore at the shiny blackness where the reflections of the clouds glinted vaguely and disappeared that was the canal and again i raised my eyes a little for just across the canal where the shadows massed most heavily there was that at which i must look more closely and now as i grew accustomed to the greater blackness and my pupils expanded I dimly discerned the contours of an old boat or barge, half sunken in the water.

An old, abandoned canal boat.

But was I dreaming, or was there a white-clad figure seated on the roof of the low cabin aft, a pale, heart-shaped face gleaming strangely at me from the darkness, the glow of two eyes seeming to light up the face and to detach it from the darkness? Surely there could be no doubt as to the eyes.

They shone as the eyes of animals shine in the dark, with a phosphorescent gleam and a glimmer of red.

The voice was little more than a whisper, but it had carried clearly.

A girl's voice, sure enough.

And she lived there, in an old abandoned canal boat, half submerged in the stagnant water.

You are not alone there.