The August Bank Holiday used to be on the first weekend of the month, when there was still a chance of decent weather. Late August is usually wet, as summer turns to autumn, and this year has been no exception. The jet stream is back over the country, bringing a succession of low pressure areas and their associated fronts with it.
We made the right decision to stay put today; the morning wasn't too bad first thing and, after a trip to the shop for a paper, we turned to and washed the starboard side of the boat. Since then, it's been a case of lurking indoors with the cratch down as the wind blew and the rain came down. It feels quite cold, and we've both had to change back into long trousers for warmth.
We've made another batch of flapjack so as to have something to offer Peter and Jan with a cup of tea on Wednesday afternoon – this had the added advantage of running the oven for a bit, of course, so warming the boat a bit more. It's not that it's really cold, just a bit dull and damp. It's right on the edge of having to light the stove, but I know that if I do, it will quickly get far too hot in here.
Adam wondered if we were right in hoping that the pub disco would close down in good time last night; in fact, it was great as they went over to 50s and 60s stuff around our dinner time at seven, then moved indoors, from where they couldn't be heard at all.
The main problem this afternoon has been staying awake, frankly, as we just relax with books, papers and puzzles.
Tomorrow will be a short day, just the six locks up to the top of Church, then on Wednesday we'll do the Red Bull flight, turn onto the Macclesfield yet again and stop at Scholar Green for our rendezvous with Peter and Jan at the Bleeding Wolf.
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