|Butty Raymond and motor Nutfield|
After 2.5 long wet and dismal hours, 7 locks and 2.5 miles we arrived at Newton Harcourt. By now every part of us was soaked and I was concerned when Ian started shivering. He normally never feels the cold so getting him a hot drink and making him change into dry clothes was a priority. Then just as we had settled down with a large cup of drinking chocolate, an almighty gust of wind took part of our wooden heavy top box lid and landed it smack bang in the middle of the towpath. God help anyone if they had happened to walk past at that precise moment! Coats and shoes on again and armed with bungees, secured it as best we could.
The rain shows no sign of letting up and according to a weather app Ian has on his phone, we are in for a wet and windy night. Two of the historic boats came past as did Callisto the diesel boat and the only other mad idiots out in this weather.... Canal Time. Oh and we have had to resort to lighting the stove...it's supposed to be summer for goodness sake!