Sorta On Grid

I got up after dawn feeling not exactly as warm as I ought to be.  The Hampshire was warm but the cabin was reading 13, barely into the NHS zone for old bats and the coolest it has been anytime in this year.  Coffee and two boiled eggs dovetailed into stoking the fire and dressing up with more layers than I remember having had on for years.  It was bitterly cold outside with freezing fog and a minus temperature.

I had to get groceries later and planned that all out. 

25minute walk to a bus stop a mile away, 4minute wait for a bus.  7minute ride to Long Buckby.  20minutes to visit RogerDeMeatman's, Co-op and Costcutter before getting a return bus (after an 8minute wait). Then a 7minute ride followed by a  25minute trudge back down through Watford and across the M1 to the boat ... rumbling a full dolly trolley to keep me going if necessary for a few days.  The foregoing meant I left the boat at 1115 and was back on board with my 'pint of milk' at 1240.  

Looking at the forecast it is not going to get better and it might get worse.
The mist will last all day and it might turn to light snow by dusk. Gotta go.

Immediate decision: Prepare for departure to Norton Junction first making sure the fire is well stoked and the skipper has food taken for the voyage.  Two miles should take about 40minutes.  Departure 1315.  Destination hove in sight at 1445.

Leaf mugging.

Almost impossible to make progress without constantly reversing the prop to clear it. 

Arriving at the junction I espied a suitable spot to dive into, hitched a ring, sweated and tailed a warp, nailed it and went below to continue the interrupted housekeeping before taking off to the nearby hostelry to book lunch for 12oc tomorrow and quaff two half pints consecutively ...