The ice was over an inch thick.
Once moored, he was there for some time. Meanwhile, Phil from next-boat-but-one to us had backed his boat out, benefitting to some degree from the space in the ice the other guy had created. Nonetheless, he still couldn't avoid pushing one major floe aside, which then struck hard against moored craft. I think the owners wouldn't have been too pleased if they'd been on board, but there was no way of preventing it short of having a team of navvies with axes to break it all up.
Last night and today have been much milder, beautifully sunny and bright again, and the ice is disappearing fast. A bit of a shame really.
We went this afternoon to see "The Theory of Everything", an astounding film.
"So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish, that he did not only sigh but roar."No, Matthew, I just sighed, honest.