Wasn't me that went a swimming.

Initial turnout for the Pie and Pea was better than anticipated considering how much snow had fallen. But we had a couple of turnarounders (is that a word?) that came from quite a way away, encountered some atrocious road conditions and decided to turn back and go home. It wasn't worth risking getting stuck especially as the temperature had dropped to minus 2. But after the Pies and mushy peas had all been dished out and devoured, only 12 pies were left which obviously meant the majority had made it to the 'do' after all. The snow started to come down heavier mid-evening, so some also decided to call it a night and get home before the road became impassable. But those remaining pies were quickly snapped up when the cry of 'seconds anyone' was heard. The music was brilliant and performed by different bands, and even with the worsening weather most stayed until the end.

It did get busier

But not me as time was getting on and I was also worried about returning to FS having to walk across that bank side boats icy deck. Ian wanted to stay a bit longer and ever the gentleman he escorted me back to FS  So glad for a steady hand as my fears were realised when my foot skidded and I nearly ended up doing the splits. That deck....It was like a skating rink!! I must say I was massively relieved when the back cabin door was opened and I could step inside. Goodness knows what time Ian came back to FS as I was well into the land of nod and only vaguely aware of the bed springs creaking when he swung himself into the bed.

This by about 10 pm

So this morning we woke to several centimetres of snow. Before setting foot outside Ian went out with the broom to clear the snow from the back decks. I watched Dave doing the same thing on his historic boat. Maybe an hour later and while Ian and I were in the cottage doing the grand clean-up, Dave walks in and to tell us that he had had a slight mishap. Well, we were all ears. Apparently having finished removing the snow, he went to step off the gunwale and back onto the stern deck where he tripped ending up fully submerged in the freezing water. Thankfully he was heard but before they could help, managed to pull himself out. None the worse for wear other than bruised pride and soggy clothes, it was a rapid change into dry before coming to the cottage to help with the cleanup and impart the tale. And here was me thinking I would be the one to do a nose dive. Just goes to show accidents happen when you least expect it.

A good accumulation methinks.

Snowy conditions

Very icy this morning and the wind had blown most of the snow into the lock.

 And Swans in the bywash.

The plan is to stay for several days doing jobs around the Bungalow for the tenants and for me to paint the poles, top boxes and planks. That is if the temperature ever rises to above freezing!