I am getting a bit fed up with it now. On Friday we bit the bullet and moved in the pouring rain. At least it wasn't windy but boy was it cold. Betty and Graham had moved the day before in the sunshine but it was blowing a bit so we, in our infinite wisdom decided to stay put. Friday morning with the water tank getting low and the food situation getting a bit boring (just how many cheese sandwiches can you have?) we thought lets go for it. So we did. Needless to say we only saw a few really hardy souls heading toward Marston junction. When we got to the water point at bridge 15 luckily for us a boat was just leaving so we moored up and filled up. At this water point there is only room for one boat with moored boats encroaching on the space. We had only been there a few minutes when a Valley Cruiser boat breasted up with a moored boat, apparently they had been waiting Hinckley side of B15 for the boat on the tap to finish of course we couldn't see them so had stolen their spot, they took it all in good part and waited until we were full telling us all about their holiday which they had enjoyed immensely although it had rained every day.
The last time we came up here we didn't have an exhaust on the roof and as we started to go under the bridge it was quite tight with the tall exhaust half way through and the space reduced so Paul had to nip along the gunnel and remove the exhaust, I have now marked that in the book so we know in future. When we got to Hinckley we moored up behind Betty and Graham, removed all our wet stuff and had a welcome cup of coffee. I had to jump in the shower as I looked like the wild woman of Borneo, my hair was heading in all angles from my head and there was no way a brush would sort that out.
Yesterday saw us in the town getting a few bits, all the supermarkets are in a different place from where they state in my First Mate guide, luckily Google came into its own and tomorrow I will wander to Tesco which is about a 20 minute walk away. I just hope the weather is going to be a bit better than today as it is really blowing and the rain hasn't let up at all. The Ashby day boat came past with the steerer resplendent in pirate gear looking like a drowned rat every one else was tucked up inside looking out of the windows. Just like us as we couldn’t believe anyone would be so mad to come out in this weather.
