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Combining some of the lessons I’ve learned in a year of slow living, last month I performed an epic declutter, rented out my house and bought a canal boat. My first task with my son, Charlie, was to motor gently down the River Lea into Regent’s Canal towards our residential mooring. What I thought was going to be a relaxing 24-hour cruise turned into an 11-day saga. For starters, we broke down opposite a sign warning of brutal muggings at knifepoint. Hysterically, we waved at potential predators in the blackness and hoped for the best.
What now, universe?