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Another glorious November day. We brought the boat to its new winter moorings. JP and brother did all the work. I just sat back and enjoyed the ride.
Years ago I lived near here as a student in a wooden shack called the Boathouse. Three of us rented the place during the summer of '83 (a hot one) for the princely sum of £25 a month. We spent the summer working shifts in a nearby pork pie factory, swimming in the river and tootling around in a rubber dinghy. Happy memories. Funny how things come full circle.
Sadly the Boathouse is no more. It got demolished to make way for a car park. Generations of Nottingham students mourned its passing...
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| Brothers on lock duty |
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