|Blinding sun, mustn't knock it, it's lovely.|
After a cuppa we pulled the pins and made our way toward Nantwich. There's a few more boats about today, not enough to make it busy.
As the day wore on we could see a weather front heading our way and we decided to moor up before it arrived. It looks full of snow, and its forecast, we'll see by morning.
Old Flamey is cranked up, and Lucy has found the hot spot.
|Wake me up in time for the week-end.|