Literature, Episodes

Summer is finally here, and nothing quite beats finding a cool and last spot (preferably in the dappled shade of a willow tree or two) and idling away a few hours while losing yourself in a captivating book. Why not wrap up your evening with us tonight for this year’s review and recommendation for your Summer Reading? Join us as we explore a wonderful book that gently carries you along England’s peaceful (and not so peaceful) waterways while drifting through centuries of hist...

A newly born moon is still below the horizon and the parched ground breathes in the quiet of a summer's night. The water levels may be low, but you're assured a welcome that is full and warm aboard the NB Erica as we catch up on life with all its ebbs and flows, and unfuriating complexities that make it all so worthwhile. Journal entry: 18th August, Monday “Rain in the night Woke up to streaks on the windows. I take the rake off the cabin roof And lower ...

Stories have always been part of our world. From antiquity, stories create the light that help us find our way through the darkness. We need to rediscover those stories to help us face the dragons in our lives. Join us tonight as we listen closely to the summer wind play among the alders and hear a very old story that understands our modern world. Journal entry: 3rd July, Thursday “Walking up the hill. The grass crackles and scrunches With each step. If I clos...

Join us on a wet and windy night as, tonight, we listen the strange and untameable tale of Fionnghuala, Oadh, Fiacra and Conn, the children of Lir, and meet up with our own (children of the) children of Lir who share their own wild mythologies. I also give an explanatory statement about the YouTube podcast channel. Journal entry: 11th June, Tuesday “Standing knee deep In a green ocean of grass. The woodpecker’s Seagull laughter Tumbles among the trees below. And here am I, On a su...

Welcome aboard the NB Erica on a wet winter’s night. It is a perfect night to snuggle down and listen to JM Synge’s turn of the 20th century accounts of his travels to the Aran Islands in a small currach on stormy seas. Journal entry: 14th February, Wednesday (St. Valentine’s Day) “Outside, No coat, On the hill that runs down to the cut. Warm sun, fleeting, Cloud chasing with the gulls And the circle of two buzzards. Maggie sits, watching, From a throne of dried grass And teasels....

It’s a foul November night, so why not come and join me tonight by the glow of fire light. I have with me a lovely little book, that I found last year in a second-hand bookshop, and think that it might be perfect for a night like this. Journal entry: 1st November, Wednesday. “November is born brave This morning. The dark water is alive With movement And a scatter Of light. The walk from the boat To car Is under a starfield and A bold moon.” Episode Information: Nights by fire l...

I am not sure if it is just me, but so far autumn doesn’t feel quite so ‘autumny’ as it usually does. Therefore, I think that it is a perfect time to savour a reading from one of my most favourite childhood books, Brendon Chase by BB. Journal entry: 26th October, Thursday. “Darkness. Mizzle transforms the water Into star-fields of pinpricks of light. Evanescent. Like walking Through the tangle Of watery Spiders’ webs. A dance of tiny droplets In the torchlight’s beam. Cloud-walkin...

The temperature outside is dipping down towards zero, so join us for a cosy night by the glow of a hot stove, as we chat about two subjects close to my heart and the surprising way that living on a boat has altered my attitude to them. Journal entry: 13th October, Friday “Battered by the winds of the world I stop to watch the free-flight of rooks Diving from an oak into the full force Of a westerly gale. Gothic wings outspread, They surf the blast Hanging on its back In a rage of ecs...

After a blustery week of wild, mad, March weather, why not join us tonight as we enjoy a sunny moment beside the canal and contemplate on the powerful word-play of some very old Celtic bards. Journal entry: 17th March, Friday “The sun is warm To the west the clouds are Prussian blue Like mountains of the imagination. A woodpecker laughs From somewhere across the fields Which fill with lambs And the sound of young Calling to old. A branch hangs whose scars are unhidden.” Episode Infor...

Living on a boat has meant that we have had to make some difficult decisions about which books come with us onboard. Tonight, I introduce to you one of my most favourite friends on our bookshelf – the collected poems of Dylan Thomas – and explore why he holds such an important place in my life. Journal entry: “26h January, Wednesday. A magpie on the top most branch rattles its greetings to the blurred dawn. A blackbird calls. The day begins with a bruised sky and bird song.” Episode ...