At the end of the summer, in the first week of September, I took myself off on a much needed holiday. I'm trying to buy a house at the moment, so I knew it had to be as cheap as possible. I emptied the contents of my kitchen cupboard into a cool bag, and brought along a sandwich box. No lunches out for me! This was also the least planned holiday I'd done in a while. I'd had no time to look up any activities, other than where I'd be sleeping. Instead the idea was to turn up at a location, talk to people, get hold of a map, and figure it out as I went. In some ways this took a lot of the pressure off.
I also knew that that I'd be travelling alone. Given that I've been very out-of-sorts lately, I wasn't sure if I'd be in the right headspace for this, so I decided to go visiting. The week-long trip would connect me with friends and family I don't often get to spend time with (with the bonus of being able to sleep on their spare beds and couches, saving money on accommodation). Although in the end it turned out that my favourite location was the one where I was completely alone after all...
My first stop was in West London, where I joined my friends Matt and Eloise on their narrow boat, the Tittlemouse, travelling from Hayes to Brentford...
