Grub Street Cutting

High Offley to Grub Street Cutting, Shropshire Union Canal, 1 mile

Funny name, Grub Street.. There is a ghost who lives here you know.. hope he is not around tonight as we are moored right in the middle of this awesome cutting.  It almost echos my footsteps as I walk the towpath through it, but the 80ft deep cutting is alive with wonderful wild plants, ferns of all sorts and I noticed wild clematis along the banks.. but ‘tis a creepy place especially as the light faded.

But of course we are here for a reason!

Freehand completely, just the way I had hoped No Problem would be painted, vinyl lettering was my last resort for the narrowboat name .. .  During most of my working life everything I did was straight rows and perfect circles, calculations down to the cm, now I hate straight lines and strict uniformity.  Not that I don’t like things tidy and in order, you see, just don’t like things to be absolutely, absolutely perfect, well I know what I mean!

Doing the bow was going to be a problem for No Problem.. Trevor found a way though..

Gotcha Trevor!   This is ‘the punt’!

Once again with boats going by far too fast.. poor Trevor.. but a perfectly steady hand soon had No Problem proudly displaying her name.. In fact one narrowboat came by when he had only got as far as ‘No’, and Blog reader Maureen called across “Is it Sue?”.. Ha well done Maureen for recognising narrowboat “No” as NP!

So we have one back panel done today, and the opposite side bow.  Tomorrow we will wind (turn) just a few yards in front of where we are for Trevor to do the other sides.

No, the flowers are not just about to fall off the roof by the way.. I had to move them over so that I could see this morning and forgot to put them back.  That pot full is a bit high.. I notice by the plant label, that I didn’t put in a trailing variety of petunia.. I am very loathed to let them go though. 

Can’t get a phone signal here under the canopy of trees either, and each morning I do actually do a bit of work for the family business for an hour or so, and need to use the phone.. I had to walk up the track here to get a signal and tried to describe to daughter Wendie just where I was phoning from..

Here you go Wendie.. not quite the office.. just a Series 2 Landrover from 1959 being very useful as my desk for the morning!..

That brought back a few memories too.. travelled many a time in the back of one of these bone shakers in my younger days..

OK a dreadful internet reception here so fingers crossed that I can post this on the internet before midnight!  I have managed to get the pics on the server so it might go..