I started reading this book because I am doing research for a book I'm writing, but I quickly realized this book isn't going to help me much. It's a memoir written by an old Englishman set in the Atlantic Intracoastal in present day and the book I'm writing is a middle grade fiction piece set between Akron and Cleveland in 1844.
No matter. I kept reading because Terry Darlington has a stream-of-consciousness way with words that made me feel like I was inside the buzzing head of the very witty, wry, Brit. I liked watching his reactions to the forces of nature around him and the bizarre parade of Southerners who threw themselves at Terry, his wife Monica, their aquaphobic whippet dog, Jim, and his nearly seven-foot-wide, sixty-foot-long narrowboat Phyllis May as they sailed from Portsmouth, VA to Fort Myers, FL.
The book starts off a bit slow, but that's because a mountain of problems precede the official start of their journey and Terry catalogues them all. Some of the socializing that came with their being stranded could have been condensed, but it was important to Terry. Humor an old man and go with the flow.
The charm in this book is the way Terry looks at the world. Like it's one big adventure. He should know, having already written one canal boat travelogue, Narrow Dog to Carcassonne. Lucky enough to have a supportive partner in wife Monica, and doting endlessly on his four-legged best friend, Terry has seen enough of the world to know that his journey isn't just balm for his soul, but also for all of the people he encounters who have never seen anything as crazy as an English narrowboat on an American ocean. (Having a super narrow dog on an extremely narrow boat just illustrates the fun Terry has with this whole concept.)
His observations of the wrenches in the works that would have caused a lesser captain to cancel his plans and return home, were inspiring. His details of the people he met and their reactions to him, his family, and his journey ran the gamut from endearing to just plain bizarre. But Terry takes it all in stride, marveling in the good, the outrageous, the sad, the worrisome.
He's an old Brit with a lot to say, but he does it in such a way that we think we're discovering it ourselves.