I think this was one of the the first canal songs I wrote. The lines 'walking through long wet grass, swinging my old windlass' came about as I did just that on the Staffs and Worcs Canal near Gailey. Unlike a seemingly high proportion of male boaters, I do actually operate locks, where I meet a seemingly high proportion of women doing the same. As they often do all the household (boat) chores and the cooking, I wondered just how much of a holiday it was for them. The song is written from that female perspective.