Today, however, with Sheena down in Devon, I fancied a change of scenery. Diddled about umm-ing and aah-ing, for an hour or two, then decided to go for it...
Topped up on fresh supplies, and singlehanded myself down to Cliveden, so that I could enjoy some middle of nowhere peace and quiet. Not that Bourne End is ever "super busy", but it's nice to get away from it all, and out into the countryside, sometimes. Sumo also gets good quality sniffs down here.
Temperature dropped to -6 yesterday. Inside we were nice and warm, but when it was time to shut the hatch for the night, it wouldn't budge. Frozen solid. Had to use the heat gun on it, to be able to slide it closed.
Going down through Cookham lock solo went OK. The lock keeper was there to push the control buttons, handily. He was surprised to hear that we have central heating onboard. He'd always imagined that narrowboaters have to huddle pitifully around their stoves.
So, that's us for the night.
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