Third day out. Still very cold and breaking ice all the way, but we have the canals all to ourselves – fantastic. We have been taking it in turns steering on the back. Paul has got the stove going really well and with the cabin doors shut our lower torso is toasty, which seems to stop the top half getting cold. Mind you there hasn’t been much wind which helps.
We are moored up in Warwick by the “Cape of Good Hope” (another pub). Paul is threatening to drag me out again tonight. He has just muttered “Yeah..right…….it is Saturday night”. What worries me slightly is that we have to cross over a lock via the narrow slippery gates, to get to and from the pub. A friend of ours had an Uncle who met his watery end falling from these very lock gates one wintery night…………..