#Narrowboat

[my-life-in-moodboards]

Collage No. 5

"Bitte nicht helfen! Es ist auch so schon schwer genug." - "Please don't help! It is already difficult enough."

Don't repost, only reblog, thank you!

[gardenist]

I was on my way home from work and the sun was shining!

Dudley Port train station

Dudley England ✨️

[twentyfourstar]

[vox-anglosphere]

Some Britons live on these narrowboats all year..

[wilderbas]

lessons from lide

[keyonsketches]

"riding a narrow boat" 2024 gouache painting by Keyon aka Kirsten Dennis on mixed media paper

[akwolfgrl]

Had a fun idea while schooling therw tiktok. About a year ago I started writing a ATLA zuko/sokka fic where they live on a boat. But I only wrote one chapter. However I now follow a few people who live one narrow boats traveling the canals and waterways of England. One page often goes on different people boats and talks about them and thire lives. One of them was like a mini cafe/food truck but a boat instead of a truck.

What if Sanji had something like that. He travels in his little house boat and severs people yummy food and treats. One day zoro on a run comes across it and falls in love with both the food and the blonde.

I'm thinking of making Luffy poly, he is dating Zoro and Law. He wants Sanji as well.

Zoro leaves the area for a bit, and when he comes back, luffy drags him to grab food from sanjis boat. That's when he finds out all his friends, also know sanji.

[hazel-of-sodor]

Day 12 A-Cherryoak

Day 12 A-Tunnel

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Cherryoak was enjoying the gentle breeze across her deck when she heard a familiar whistle. Sure enough, a small tank engine rolled into the Dock, shunting a line of wagons. They were no longer painted black, and a large number one now graced their sides, but she recognized them nonetheless 

“Thomas?” She called.

The tank engine frowned, looking around for who was calling him, before he finally spotted her.

“Cherryoak!” The tank engine replied cheerfully, pulling up alongside the canal boat. “I wasn't expecting you here.”

The narrowboat stretched lazily, “I was contracted to move some waste materials from a build site.” She said, “Something about a tunnel.”

The tank engine nodded, “the old Sodor and Mainland Tunnel is being rebuilt.” He explained, “it was in really bad shape. Plus they need to drill another bore anyway. That way if one collapses, the railway isn't cut in half.”

Cherryoak nodded, “that would defeat the point of joining all the railway’s together.”

“Exactly.” Thomas looked over to the tucks he'd been shunting. “you're prolly taking what's in the trucks I just brought.”

“They going to Brendam?” 

Thomas nodded.

“Then they're mine. Don't know why someone wants rubble for their ballast. Water works just fine.”

Thomas laughed, “It's not for a ship, its railway ballast. It helps hold the rails in place.”

“That does make more sense.”

She eyed the tank engines paint, “fancy new livery you got there.” She said teasingly.

The tank engine blushed, “the men say it's bad luck for an engine to be painted black on the island.”

“And the number one?”

“The railway doesn't have a number one right now, the track gangs decided they wanted the number for themselves.” The tank engine shifted nervously.

“You don't like it?” Cherryoak was confused, she thought the number one was a mark of prestige.

Thomas sighed, “there's no way I'm keeping it. The board already doesn't like it. They would have had it removed if they had the time.”

A workmen waves. Thomas whitled to him.

“Sorry, I have to go while the lines clear. It was good seeing you. Dry Rails and Smooth Running.”

“Steady winds and clear waters.” Cherryoak responded absently.

She watched the tank engine run off consideringly. The little engine may be new to the island, but she wasn't. He hadn't realized it but the men had chosen their number one, and they would not budge when they decided something.

Whether the board liked it or not, the number one had been chosen.

A new beam of sunlight fell on her and she stretched, her hull creaking as she did so. No matter, it wasn't her problem to deal with. She closed her eyes, deciding to let the railway’s problems remain their own.

A/N: Hello loves! This is actually the earliest fic in this AU (so far), set in 1915. Which gave me the idea, would you guys like a list of the fics in chronolgical order? Love Y'all!

[aneverydaything]

Day 2205, 6 July 2024

Green on green

If I'm lacking inspiration or simply don't have much time for my photo of the day I'll often just photograph one of the local canal boats. Today was one of those days but I can't remember whether the cause was lack of inspiration or time.

[itsstreetlove]

Cavalier

Worcester  ~  2023

[screampotato]

I ended up not liking the daisies on this, so I took them off and I think it looks much better.

[twentyfourstar]

[widebeamandwellingtons]

Good to see the levels dropping and stranded boaters finally being able to get back to home moorings obviously with caution, stay safe out there 😁 #happysunday #besafe #river

[nataliecstrange]

This adorable Pumpkin Teapot is from Asda’s Halloween section, I have wanted a Pumpkin Teapot for YEARS but didn’t manage to get one in the years previous. So I’m incredibly happy to finally have one.

I want Autumnal 3pm tea time daily now, oh and a Halloween themed Afternoon tea! 🎃

[wilderbas]

finally getting a little time to pick up the pen once again as we cycle into autumn & meanwhile one whole rotation has passed on my home the nb relentless & let me tell ya folks,

she is aptly named

[keyonsketches]

"old narrowboat docked in Ellesmere" 2024 watercolor by Keyon aka Kirsten Dennis