Dream boat

"You've got to have a dream/ If you don't have a dream/ How you gonna have a dream come true?"

Well, do you know what, I don't think dreams have to be realistic. Every time I see a narrow boat I see myself sitting on deck in the early morning, mist on the canal, hot coffee in my hand. Or, perhaps, lighting my wood stove in the winter, sat below deck with a good book and a hot chocolate or a glass of wine. And, in the summer, moored at the bottom of a pub garden. Perfect.

It's a lovely little dream.

But living on a canal would drive me nuts: no broadband; forever constrained to the same routes; no room for my stuff. It'll never happen because, really, I don't want it to.

But I do love imagining those moments.