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victorian canal life - the reality

We left our abode in old Cowfair haggled a price for an old shire mare Onto the landlord's canal boat lock stock and barrel for a life afloat farewell to our Buckingham birthplace & its meagre living from old point lace dawdled slow up to Cosgrove taking our meals . . around a blackened stove our moveable house .painted castle& rose not a life we would have chose Eighteen fifties harsh & mean coal cargo so nothing stays clean doff your cap touch your forelock every two mile at the gatekeeper's lock Fresh food scarce except for fish perch & roach a staple dishc clothes dry on a washing line strung out for a timeout the toddlers young their number so soon increased & grew places to sleep all too few family life impossibly hard back we went to a tied cottage in Aylesbury's Anchorage yard

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Date: 5/20/2021 8:15:00 PM
Love the wonderful way you relate your poetic journey on the sea, Brian. Very creative and truly enjoyed this one! :)
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Brian Strand
Date: 5/20/2021 8:50:00 PM
Cheers Laura,too quickly did rail supersede ,change so constant like the tide
Date: 5/19/2021 4:40:00 AM
Wonderful write... a place I've never experienced. God bless you always, Love, Gina
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Date: 5/19/2021 5:17:00 AM
Cramped & confined was canal life Beta

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