Google Gripe but happy holidays

I love my tablet and very rarely use my laptop any more. However I have had to dig it out to post anything at all on my blog. Google won't let me sign into my blog with the right email address. Instead it keeps reverting to a gmail address which I do have on the tablet (and can't get rid of) and of course my blog doesn't recognise the gmail address. Grrr. I have told Google to butt out but with no joy. Any advice would be welcome!

On a brighter note, my friends took my boat out, went all the way to the Peak Forest Canal and back in 9 days and brought  the boat in one piece. By the way, they met a lady on the Maccy with a broken arm who said she follows this blog. Hello, lady boater with broken arm. Hope you mend soon.

Meanwhile Stan and I visited the Rochdale Canal...

Then, after a night in the Forest of Dean, we went to my friends house in Devon and had a cracking time.

This is me at Hartland Quay

This is Bon hiding under an old bridge from the Bude Canal.

This is Jamaica Inn on Bodmin Moor where we simply had to talk like pirates. Aaarr!

Now I am home. I have been racing around doing chores before I embark on my next big adventure... a cruise up the Shroppie. Yes!! We leave on Sunday. I hope to keep you updated on our cruise if Google let me!

sensible madness?

Having a few days out cruising was a bit like giving just a tea spoon full of food to a starving person - it just reminds them how hungry they are!

So I mulled over my options and looked at how much work was going to be on offer in October. It turns out there is not much at all as there are very few events booked. So I asked my bosses if I could disappear for the month and they said yes!!

Deepest joy I can go for a proper cruise. Yes I'll be even poorer than a church mouse, but for a month I'll be free! The Shropshire Union Canal is calling to me, but I haven't made a final decision yet. I have a holiday booked in Devon first, with Stan, while my friends Roger and Shirleyann take my boat out. They are almost certainly going to my other favourite canal - the Macclesfield, so give them a wave if you see them.

For me, it is more important to grab life now than to save up for a secure future, because who knows how long I will live. Mind you I may regret it when I run out of money, but, hey ho, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.