Okay, it's only Lolly...
Icy On The Inside.
It was so cold last night that our hatch tried to ice itself shut from the inside. We are beginning to thaw now as the temperature rises above freezing. I certainly wouldn't recommend walking on the ice now!
Thames Ice Exploration.
We have had sub-zero temperatures for over two weeks now and last night Whyte Swallow declared that the ice in the mooring basin could support her weight. We donned our artic clothing and ventured outside for comfirmation. Whyte Swallow nimbly stepped from the pontoon and JUMPED UP AND DOWN on the ice. She didn't die, so we thought we'd have our very own ice adventure. May I present:
NARROWBOATERS ON ICE!
Whyte Swallow survives the "jumping" experiment.
Rob proves that he can walk on water.
Lolly wasn't too sure that it was a good idea...
But didn't want to be left out.
Lewsey had already discovered that she could walk on the ice (probably by falling off a boat and not getting wet)
Rob and Lolly walk where no two or four legged beings have walked before.
Morning snow. Lolly and myself exploring in front of our boat after breakfast this morning.
Oh, the fun!
(Photos 1 and 6 belong to Whyte Swallow.)
When It's Cold Outside...
The chunks of ice covering the moorings become at least an inch thick.It has been nice to curl up in front of the stove whilst the ice creaks passed seemingly a dream away. It is only when you leave the comfort of the boat that you realise the danger and damage these minus temperatures cause. The water point beside us has burst and the one for the elsan disposal couldn't take the strain anymore and gave up the will to live yesterday.
Poor Whitewater arrived home to a spot of water damage to his boiler and Mags, his nieghbour, didn't fare too well either.
But still, it is so beautiful and still outside. And this morning we woke to a dusting of snow.
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