28th July
You would never guess it was July. We are moored on a wide section of the Thames in Wargrave and a fierce wind is whipping around the bend ahead of us. All the boats passing us seem to be doing the same. The flowers on our roof are swept in one direction and their containers are constantly falling over. Doors slam and rattle and the river slaps our sides. It's cold and grey and miserable. A friend observed that you are forced to be aware of the elements on this method of travel and he couldn't be more right.
Yesterday's forecast was for light cloud late afternoon. Poppycock. It rained heavily in short showers, there was even some thunder, meaning that we were zipping up boat covers and then pulling them open by turns and removing rain jackets and putting them on again in the same way because the temperature was mild so made you hot and sticky wearing them. We contemplated lighting the fire for solace, but we would have been too hot! Two young girls opposite our mooring were happily swimming - that's how complex the weather was.
This fluctuating state has been going on for over a week now and it is very frustrating. Not at all what we expected from this trip and we have come away with very little warm clothing. You find yourself wearing the most odd combinations, shorts with waterproof trousers over them, vests, t shirts and fleeces on top that are easy to peel off one by one if that elusive sun burns through.
I just hope it is mild and dry on Sunday when our grandchildren join us.
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You would never guess it was July. We are moored on a wide section of the Thames in Wargrave and a fierce wind is whipping around the bend ahead of us. All the boats passing us seem to be doing the same. The flowers on our roof are swept in one direction and their containers are constantly falling over. Doors slam and rattle and the river slaps our sides. It's cold and grey and miserable. A friend observed that you are forced to be aware of the elements on this method of travel and he couldn't be more right.
Yesterday's forecast was for light cloud late afternoon. Poppycock. It rained heavily in short showers, there was even some thunder, meaning that we were zipping up boat covers and then pulling them open by turns and removing rain jackets and putting them on again in the same way because the temperature was mild so made you hot and sticky wearing them. We contemplated lighting the fire for solace, but we would have been too hot! Two young girls opposite our mooring were happily swimming - that's how complex the weather was.
This fluctuating state has been going on for over a week now and it is very frustrating. Not at all what we expected from this trip and we have come away with very little warm clothing. You find yourself wearing the most odd combinations, shorts with waterproof trousers over them, vests, t shirts and fleeces on top that are easy to peel off one by one if that elusive sun burns through.
I just hope it is mild and dry on Sunday when our grandchildren join us.
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