Well thank gawd for thermals...
We meant to stop in Rugby yesterday but the visitor moorings near the car park were full so I carried on a bit further. The journey was a bit uninspiring I really needed at least a glimmer of sunshine to warm the soul but I was denied any. Luckily the driving sleet was coming from the side so at least I could look forward. The rhythm of the engine and the tapping of the sleet on my hood was oddly therapeutic.
I decided to pull over in the middle of nowhere on a good mooring point next to a golf course and opposite gently sloping fields. We had a satellite signal to watch the Rugby so I was happy.
The mooring would have done for a few days but I was a bit worried about getting iced in and we had to be close to roads and parking for the safety examiner on Tuesday. So up and off first thing today to see what the moorings below Hillmorton were like.
|Pretty when the sun is out|
|Waiting in the snow for a boat to wind below the locks|
|Balaclava and wooly hat|
|Hiding from the wind|
|Slippery lock approach|
The weather looked better today because there were a few sunny spells but by golly that wind was cold. I dug out my last line of defence, my old motorcycle thermal balaclava. There was no ice on the canal I think because the wind was so fierce but the temperature was -2°C with a wind chill closer to -10°C. The ropes took a bit of untying and I thought that I would have to get a kettle of water to defrost the knots. So layered up with balaclava and wooly hat we set off to Hillmorton. Not a long trip but our first flight of locks and with pelting snow and forty mile an hour winds to contend with.
We moored in a familiar spot where we knew there was parking for the examiner just as the wind picked up to a door rattling crescendo. Right time for lunch.