We had a house. A lovely big house with a super Garden in a nice street in a nice town. We had great neighbours and lovely lodgers and good jobs.
For most people, that would be enough. They would stay in their house and be happy with their lot.
But we found ourselves working increasingly long hours in order to pay the ever spiralling bills. And when not working, the upkeep and maintenance of said house and garden took up all our spare time.
So it was time for something to change. We wanted to re-claim our lives. To spend time together doing things we actually wanted to do. To be able to afford a holiday occasionally. That’s not too much to ask is it?
So a plan was hatched to find something more in line with our aspirations. To enable us to have spare time and occasionally spare cash.
Now this was the catalyst for some interesting discussions. I didn’t want to live in a grotty town and would not live in a flat. (I’ve done that before and need more space!) Neither of us wanted to live in a place where we were fire fighting to pay the bills and spend quality time together.
So when he asked me (jokingly maybe) what I thought of a Canal boat it seemed like the solution we had both been searching for.
This was the start of our move from bricks and mortar to Steel and Water.
This blog is the story of our move and our adventures on the river Great Ouse.