This is one of the things we love about this new mooring. In our previous home mooring, we were in a hollow, carved out of the hill for the marina to join the canal. Now we're on a ridge with the fields falling away both sides. In front of the kitchen sink, we see boats sleeping away, waiting to be woken by their absent owners living in houses somewhere. Look closely and you see our tiny little alien, making sure that the electricity goes around. Behind the kitchen sink, the golden glow hides the sight of miles of fields and hills rolling east into Northamptonshire. We hear the M1 between junctions 16 & 17, but it's such a steady quiet roar that it sounds more like a waterfall. As we look through the gap, we can see the tops of lorries in the distance and the occasional train on the west coast main line. Seeing both remind us that our life on a 250 year old waterway is as much part of the modern world as anything else.
