This isn't really May, surely? We've had appalling weather for several consecutive days; persistent heavy rain driven by very strong, gusty wind. Kantara's been pitching and tossing for hours on end, water's been sloshing against the hull, and we've been rocked to sleep at night. The BBC's forecast has been nonsense.
I have to say, though, that it's actually been quite entertaining in a perverse way, but it has stopped us from doing any of the work that needs to be done on the outside of the boat.
We were visited by the resident swans this morning. We'd had reports of their nest having had eight eggs, and that sort of number is what we've come to expect over past years, but there are only two cygnets this time.
The male seemed intent on drowning himself!
The problem we were left with was the possibility of dirt - always present on the well-deck - having been washed into the tank by the overflowed water.
"Aqua Tabs", said Colin.
Duly bought and deployed. Sad, isn't it? but the twenty mile return drive to Midland Chandlers in Braunston was almost exciting, despite - maybe because of - the weather!

