Cold

Sheila once worked for a guy who'd done 18 months on the British Antarctic Survey. When asked what it was like, he said "Basically, you were just cold, all the time" and this winter, like the last one, is getting to be that way.

It's not that we can't keep the boat warm, but nonetheless, the principal preoccupation is with managing the cold,* and our colds. Mine is now well on the way out, and Elanor's is beginning to abate, but poor Sheila is just starting the snuffling stage, wandering about never more than a metre from her box of tissues.

No matter, despite a very cold night again last night, the forecast continues to promise warmer weather to come, though punctuated by further periods of frost. It just means that it will take all the longer for the ice to relent enough to be able to move the boat to the service jetty to pump out and diesel, especially in this marina, which seems to have a bit of a rep for freezing. (Now they tell me.)

"Will we have to do another interim pump out into drums?" is the salient question of the moment. Time will tell.

*Yes, Bungle, I know that this is an Oxford comma, but I'm doing it for effect ;) .