This summer I’ve moved my boat down to the wilds of rural Oxfordshire. My new mooring is just outside Cropredy village and it feels like a far cry from the inner city moorings I’m used to. Cropredy though, is somewhere I’ve known and loved for years. The village has it’s own annual festival, courtesy of local band Fairport Convention and with friends living locally it really does feel like home.
Life on the water here is bustling, with a steady stream of boats coming up and down the canal. Along the towpath, the countryside is unbelievable pretty. From the old lock keepers cottage to the gardens, everything is perfectly maintained. And with bespoke paintwork and unique artwork, the boats are pristine and full of personality. There’s a feeling of being in a lush, green cocoon; another world, super peaceful and literally no litter. It’s liberating to stroll along with my camera feeling completely secure. With all the chaos in the world, this is like a parallel universe; a safe haven where you can come up for air and take a few long deep breaths before you step back into reality.