We saw Merlijn today - for the first time this year.
I love Merlijn. Love, love, love.
I love Merlijn as I'd love a dappled horse standing on a hill, somewhere on a wild Irish landscape, with his mane blowing out in the wind and his grey nose smelling the sky.
I love Merlijn as I'd love a big old train going to Venice, with the carriages painted in a navy blue so deep and shiny, you could see your eyelashes in the reflection..... I love Merlijn.....
When H wins the lottery ( I don't believe in it meself and think that you should put the money under the mattress instead ) - he can buy me Merlijn and we can go to Venice the Hard Way, with Wilbur sitting at the pointy front bit as a furry little Figurehead, looking out for flying fishes and dolphins with big deep eyes.
We saw him waiting at the lock at St Aldegund this morning (Merlijn, not Wilbur) and we waited and watched until he was gone from sight. He's a converted barge, at one time carrying freight, but now passengers.
We saw him many times last year and like that classy sports car, he always stands out from the crowd. He's my favourite barge on the Moselle, along with our old friend Eiltank 47, who's a industrial/commercial barge and probably three times the size.
I should probably get out more.
Did a lot of work with my new painting - thinking up the composition and the colours - I'll post my sketches with my next Blog.
In the meanwhile, here's Merlijn....
Waiting to go into the lock at St. Aldegund.
.....and a photo I took last year when he was moored at Alf for a while....
I also did this sketch last year, from Bullay across the River at Alf. In the end it was so cold, it was just me and the geese.
Soon.
Tschüss!