We have done it.
By it, I mean giving away half of what we own to charity shops, a quarter to the tip, an eighth to my mother-in-law’s attic (Sorry Sue!) and just under an eighth to our friends (Thank you, friends!). What remained came with us.
By it, I mean learning to steer a tiller, grease a stern gland, light a Rayburn and empty a chemical toilet (it’s not that bad but it’s horrible.)
By it, I mean listening to the mad sounds of ducks, moorhens, coots and swans as I am doing right at this very minute.
By it, I mean trying to avoid runners, cyclists and dog poo on the towpath as I get to my front door.
It means we now live on a narrowboat.