The sound of raindrops on the roof just made us snuggle back under the quilt. I weakened first and went to put the kettle on and refuel the stove before hurrying back under the covers, having taken a peak out of the window to determine that it was indeed raining with very overcast skies but at least no frost.
After breakfast we took Max for a walk into Whaley Bridge. As we set out it was spitting with rain but as we got into town the heavens opened and despite hiding under our umbrellas, the bouncing rain was soaking us from our feet upwards.
We scurried back to the boat and decided to stay put today. I set about tidying cupboards and put the finishing touches to our Christmas tree and then made some mince pies and sausage rolls.
Our gas bottle ran out today – only the second one this year. 26KG/annum.
Alton, the fuel boat, came past in the dark and rain at 6.30pm and Brian asked if he could sort us out in the morning, somewhere between 8.30 and 9. We said we’d be ready. They chugged off towards Bugsworth Basin and I’m sure they’ll be glad to get indoors, away from the cold and wet.