Last night, heavy wind and rain had been forecast, though we had been suffering squally showers most of the day. We had been lucky though, and not got caught in anything when out shopping or walking the dog.
The evening was cold, wet and windy, but having bought a couple of light throw overs for our legs, plus our woolly socks, and crocheting a throw which will now be Maggie’s when it’s finished, we were warm enough and weren’t too bothered.
Hubby took Maggie out for her final wee just after 10, donning his custard suit and she was wearing her modified jacket.
It was still raining and unlikely to ease off, so they were both well chilled when they got back, but at least they weren’t wet.
The boat is nice and cosy to come back to and the new curtain at the helm is certainly keeping the heat in. After a hot drink, we retired to bed.
Heavy rain was still hitting the boat, by the sound of it, it could have been hail, and the wind was none-too-gently rocking us about.
Some say size matters.
Most nights, having a four foot bed instead of four foot six isn’t a problem. Maggie curls up in the corner and is asleep in minutes, I have the inside and Hubby has the corridor.
Last night, I could hear him banging around, and asked what the matter was.
He told me he had to check on a few things, everything would be OK and to stay put.
Not one to argue at that, I was snug, comfy and warm, and Maggie was gently snoring in her corner!
He disappeared behind the curtain armed with a torch, and opened the hatch, going out into the night/early morning, but at least it had stopped raining.
I don’t remember him coming back in, but heard him put the kettle on and make himself a cuppa.
Hubby decided to have a shower this morning, taking the dog up for first wee (he puts her in the car whilst he’s in the gents) leaving me to get up, dressed and clean the boat as usual.
I found a sleeping bag hanging over the bathroom door and realised he must have slept on one of the benches, probably because he couldn’t get back into bed (I tend to star fish), or he felt he was too cold having gone outside (he’s thoughtful like that).
When he got back after his shower, breakfast was ready and I asked what had worried him enough to make him go outside in the middle of the night.
‘I didn’t,’ he said.
I explained about the banging around, torch and opening the hatch, and he said he hadn’t done any of those things. He said that the storm had kept up for hours, Maggie and I were tossing and turning, so he decided to get up, have a cup of tea, and settle down on the computer (he used to do this a lot in the house). The sleeping bag kept him warm.
By all accounts, the storm suddenly stopped at 4am.
‘It was like throwing a switch,’ he said, ‘one minute it was raging, the next, silence’.