Oh no, still raining. We donned our wet weather gear which included our new army surplus waterproof gloves (the first we’ve ever had that actually are waterproof) even though they look quite sinister – a bit “Dr No”. We acquired these at Crick Festival at a bargain price and we don’t have to take them off to untie ropes!
We motored on until lunchtime by which time our waterproofs were perspiring inside out and we moored up for lunch, and we later decided, for the day.
We lit the stove. We’ve not need this for weeks now and had stored everything away for the Summer but with the damp seeping into everything we sat and steamed for the rest afternoon. I can hear my mother reminding me that “one shouldn’t ‘cast a clout til May is out …”
(5 miles, no locks)