Bank holiday weather

We've been lurking in the boat quite a lot today, while the winds howled and the rain came down. Both were intermittent, but it's been unpleasant enough to justify relighting the Squirrel. Sheila did go out on a WeBS walk this morning, but those birds that weren't sitting on their nests were hiding in the bushes, so the only sightings of note were one grebe and one swallow.

I put some time to good use by washing one of the mooring lines liberated by yesterday's creation of the marina lines. Otherwise quite a lot of newspaper reading, crossword wrestling (or should that be wrangling?) and patience playing has gone on.

Elanor and Sally came over for a bit before the rain stopped enough to take Sal to the copse. That wasn't as much fun for the two of them as it might have been. There's evidence of someone camping in there, with a tent, several fire scars and a heap of human excrement.

That's CRT land, so I'll let them know about it as soon as the Fazeley office is manned again.

We've just managed a walk round the marina and stopped off in the office to check if there was anything else we should do about the copse. There isn't but it gave us an excuse for a natter with Sven and Jules who are holding the fort in there.