Bosley in the Rain

by Ian H Bruce (2010)



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We know the journey’s over
We’re returning to High Lane
As the Cloud rears up behind us
And we do Bosley in the rain

Cheering sun shines down upon us
In our narrow floating home
Time no more providing reference
As the waterways we roam
Optimistic, joyful journey
Holiday or lengthy tour
But the day comes when it’s over
Time to return once more

Chugging engine provides bass notes
To sweet nature’s higher pitch
As we enjoy the beauty
Along man-made flooded ditch
Silent moorhen and lone heron
Contrast noisy cackling geese
But the day comes when it’s over
Time for nature’s sounds to cease

Cruising Caldon or Llangollen
Or where rivers weave their spell
Our journey always brings us
To a place we know so well
Friendly faces swapping stories
Of success and misfortune
But the day comes when it’s over
Time to dance to a different tune

As red sun sets on the waters
We bemoan the passing years
Now those lock gates seem so heavy
And we can’t move the paddle gear
Friends are offering assistance
But on them we won’t depend
So the day comes when it’s over
Time for boating days to end
The title of this song comes from a chance remark by a friend who commented that holidays always seemed to involve 'doing Bosley (locks) in the rain'. On the same journey thoughts of having to give up boating for good emerged. The first three verses are therefore about the inevitable return to base at the end of a trip whilst the fourth, which is rather depressingly about having to give up boating for good, can always be omitted.