I can hear water outside, probably flowing round the lock nearby. I can hear water inside, as one of our seven cleans their teeth. Apart from that there are only the small sounds of people settling down for the night: movement in a bunk, a whisper, a sigh.
I thought my sprained ankle would mean that I'd have to withdraw from this year's English teaching on the narrow boat but I have been granted permission not to jump off the boat and not to run forward to open and close locks so here I am, just outside Nantwich, three trains away from Oxford, about to take a fortnight to get to Liverpool, which I could reach in an hour by train.
Only me teaching, only three students.
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