Jan 4 2013 By Natasha Gorbert-Hopkins
Well, the festive season has been and gone, leaving nothing but a bleak, damp January stretching out before us.
In an effort to pretend that this isn’t the case, let’s all reminisce about Christmas, yes?
A narrowboat is actually a pretty lovely place to celebrate the birth of Jesus and/or the giving of presents (whatever your respective faith).
I can still faintly remember walking down the frosty towpath as a young child, clutching at my parent’s hands and asking insistently whether Father Christmas (no ‘Santa’ here, thank you very much) would be able to fit down our narrow chimney and clamber out of the wood-burning stove.
“Of course he can,” my parents reassured me, “he’s magic.” Phew.
The Christmas tree was slighter smaller than most, but if anything, that just made the presents seem bigger in comparison. The fairy lights had to run off batteries because we didn’t have mains electricity, but they shone just as bright.
The food might have had to sit out on the front deck in a bucket for a day or two because it wouldn’t fit in our ridiculously small fridge, but it still tasted just as delicious (provided the weather hadn’t been too warm.)
Even though I am now older and somewhat more jaded, I can still appreciate boat-centred festivities. Is there anything nicer than curling up on the sofa with a glass of mulled wine and a purring cat, watching the flames flicker in the stove and listening to your mother tell you she’s about to put the Christmas pudding on, whilst her boyfriend sings along loudly to Johnny Cash songs?
Well, maybe, but it’s still pretty damn good.
Hope you all had equally lovely holidays, and Happy New Year!