Boatwif
The occasional adventures of the Cleddau crew
About Us
We are ‘The Captain’ and ‘Boatwif’, owners of nb Cleddau.
Cleddau was a five year old youngster when we took her on in 1994. She was built for cruising on the River Trent. Over time Cleddau has had internal and external adjustments but she retains her original hull, propeller, anchor and portholes.
When asked (frequently) “What does Cleddau mean?” our response is usually “In Welsh it means swords but Cleddau is the name of the river that flows into the Milford Haven deep water estuary in Pembrokeshire…”
We both grew up in Pembrokeshire; for some years we have kept a record of what we call ‘Monkton Moments’, those exchanges with boaters and non-boaters who recognise our Pembrokeshire connections.
This blog below is a record of our mainly boating adventures.
RECENT KEN & SUE LOCATION
Hut Havens 02
“Better than yesterday!” remarked one boater after another. “Been tied up here for two days,” said one, in what was probably a Rhodesian accent. Celebrate!...
Downhill in Warwickshire 02
Though frequently breezy and sometimes squally the force of the wind has been nowhere near as fierce as yesterday...
Pylons, poles and pyramids...
Decades ago, long before concerns about energy consumption, a fellow teacher passed on a tip: when the winds are..
Neighbours and names
Thankfully today has been free both of adventure and misadventure. It’s been breezy, but we have known worse;...
Stalled at Stoke Bruerne...
No day is ever the same as the previous one; most days throw up something unusual or unexpected or...
A Long Farewell to Milton Keynes
Strictly speaking Cleddau is not out of Milton Keynes yet, despite a long day’s cruising. About a hundred...
Cheerio to the Chilterns
Maybe it was because all the windows were closed up that it seemed as if the winds were finally dropping overnight. At daybreak...
Mugs in Aylesbury
When is a nightmare not a nightmare? When real time events are happening in waking hours! Yesterday’s...
Angst on the way to Aylesbury
The first two locks of the day were shared with Mr and Mrs Naval Officer (Rtd), they heading for the Thames...
Crab apples, a combine harvester, a celebration (plus two Monkton Moments*)
The plums were picked, the hedges trimmed, the indoors and outdoors plants watered – and we were set to go. Ten...
Chasing Dragons in Beds and Bucks
“Two boat trips in two days!” exclaimed the Cheshire One, as she stood on Cleddau on Saturday morning. Bound...
Lazy jacks and caffled lines
Six of us were afloat on about 12 metres depth of sea water on a falling tide. “Ssh, listen to your Captain.” Eyes and ears...
Afloat again: out west and up north
It was a reunion, this year in the lovely Georgian city of Bath, of “the Coven”, the name so cruelly given to our pack of six (four sisters, two cousins) by the...