Ever since the 60s I have dreamed of living on a barge, the French Canals would be nice as the English weather is too crappy. Some of the barges on the Thames in London are fabulous. The nicest thing would be moving on to a different place whenever you please. Wake to a different view whenever the mood takes you. Ah sweet freedom.
I can imagine converting a old barge and fitting it out in old wood worn smooth with time, lots of shiny brass and mixing all this with ultra modern fittings. We can all dream.
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