Occasional ramblings from a feminist, atheist, autistic academic and historic narrow boater who likes cats, beer, tea, and solitude, and is strangely fascinated by the cinema organ.
I happened to be at the top of the Wolverhampton 21 when Petrel came up on it's way to Oldbury. Nick Hill (of Jaguar fame in the 1970's had arranged to meet them there. He sat on one of the benches on the grassed area next to where we were moored while I de-clothed Minnow after the winter at thew BCLM. After I went over and sat with him and chatted while he waited. He said to me " I supose I should of helped you with the cloths instead of watching you" An hour after Petrel returned with Chertsey in tow and worked down the flight in front of us.