Inside The Tin Can.
It is dark outside and a north wind brings a chill as it blows the clouds away. Inside, a fire burns in our stove and keeps us toasty warm. Lewsey hunts for her red toy mouse and a cosy spot to curl up in.
Many land dwellers have asked me what life is like living in a boat. Well, it is life on a small scale where there is never enough storage and you can touch each side of the room at the same time. I love it. It is our home.
I Only Dabble!
A friend asked me to paint some blocks of wood for him so he could make a mobile for his daughter. I only dabble in art in a hobbyist kind of way and so never expect or ask for payment, but my kind friend would not accept this. It would seem that I have a bottle of vodka heading my way in return for very homemade looking art. I will pass on the vodka to Rob, who will enjoy it very much. And now I will move on to my next project and find a willing victim to receive it and I hope that they do not mind wobbly lines and smudges as on windy days, as the boat rocks and sways, anything vaguely neat and straight is impossible!
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