Monday, August 31, 2015


Always for others.

Others before myself.
At home.
At work.
In charity, too

A beautiful heart;
Never selfish.
Always giving - 
reserves depleted.

I leave myself
Forgetting me.
Neglecting me. 

To soothe and salve 
my soul
I need to be
my counsel,
my steward,
 my shelter,
and my saviour,
remembering to 
never leave

My heart then 
full and giving-
(to myself?) 
once more.

Monday, August 24, 2015

Chugging Along

We slowed down this summer, craving time as a family without the hustle and bustle of the every day, without the constant noise of the city nor the bedlam of technology.  Our world became only as wide as the river we chugged along upon; without hurry with no real destination in mind.  

In the beginning, before booking, it seemed a little mad to want to take our children, a Snapdragon wheelchair (and more recently a stookie...) on a canal boat, but one of the things our daughters love is our family's sense of adventure; anything is achievable with a spirit intrepid and bold.  So we booked... and the girls choose their beds on the plan of the boat.

After a rocky start - and a skipper to bolster confidence and add to the crew - we take to the water, working well as a team, bred by the finest - and strongest! - of Scots, fuelled by porridge oats and kind of spirit, chugging along the Rivers Stort and Lee.

The Stort Challenger

Lock View
Walham Abbey
Stanstead Abbot

The water swirls:
patterns on the surface,
water rising,
water falling.
water stills.
The gates open,
no resistance,
moving onwards
journey's pause.

No burden of technology and an untouched bag of books and crafts, the girls took to boating like ducks to water.  Niamh opened locks; Eilidh took control of the tiller; certificates for one and all; happiness all around.

We counted creatures and foul.  Moorhens, coots, ducks, canadian geese, heron, swans and grebe. We spotted boats.  Mr Otter, Mr Mole, Mr Badger, a couple of Owls, a Puffin, a herd of Hefalumps.  We were watchful for the dreaded Logopotamus and Stickodile (thank you, Ian No.2).  We revelled in the peace and quiet, in our family together, messing about and chugging along.

“Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.” 
Wind in the Willows 

canadian geese - just one or two!

"o rest a bit for tis a rare place to rest at" -
and it was, with ice creams to buy and coffee to be had

the river by Roydon

So a big thank you to Take A Break Scotland for making this adventure possible - we were fortunate to receive a grant towards the cost of our short break.

But most importantly, a HUGE thank you to all at Canalability who truly made this an accessible holiday to remember - without your kindness, dedication and love of the open water we could not have enjoyed such a wonderful family break.  After a rocky start you were able to pull out all the stops to skipper and crew with us.  Thank you Steve, Ian, Ian, Doreen and all your fellow volunteers: each and every one of you does such a worthwhile job.