Damp Saturday

For the first time for a few days, we didn't have to leap out of bed so as to be ready for the possible arrival of a boatyard worker, and so we were able to have a lazy start, not getting up until half seven. I did the walk down to the Co-op to get bread and a paper, whilst Sheila sorted washloads and the like.

Since then, it's been a bit of a lazy day, frankly, with the weather doing nothing to encourage us out. We've read the paper, done the quizzes and attempted the giant general knowledge crossword (not good at all this week). We dropped the cratch cover to keep the wet out, and later ran the water hose out to refill the tank; Sheila is having an orgy of washing whilst we are on shoreline power.

In the afternoon, the weather relented sufficiently to let us get a bit of an amble along the towpath, and we followed that up with a brief natter with Martin and Andy in the Trading Post.

Tomorrow, we'll pull out of the yard onto the shop mooring to fill the diesel tank, and I think the time has come to swap the clothing round, putting the short sleeved stuff away and getting out vests and long sleeved shirts.

We've got some odd bits of staining on the woodwork here and there, where last winter's savagely cold weather beat the insulation and led to some condensation forming and getting trapped. So another job tomorrow will be to bleach those out with oxalate solution.