Test Time

It’s chucking it down. I mean really, cats and dogs, buckets, you name the metaphor, we’ve got it.
This is when we really miss the boat.
We had no worries on our flood protected mooring as if water levels went up, so did we.
If water seeped into our bow or helm areas, it was diverted out again with the drainage holes therein designed for the purpose.
If it was windy, OK, we moved about a bit and doubled up on our ropes, but normally we were already in bed and it was like being rocked in a cradle as we were asleep in minutes.

We know it’s going to be cold here as we are close to the coast, the bitter cold winds coming from the North and East, the warmest South and West. We’ll get them all.
In the cottage having had a leaky roof and being below the level of the road with no immediate drainage outside our property, we always got twitchy in heavy rains.
Every time the wind blew we would lay our clothes out when we retired to bed in case we had to get up suddenly to secure fence panels or move the car out of harm’s way. We got very good at improvising with rocks, posts and plenty of rope in severe gales and torrential rain.
Photo: back garden before moving in

The fencing here is more heavy duty and a better design, so all being well should withstand the brunt of whatever the elements have to offer.
The rain drives against our windows, but the door is not in a dip and our drainage appears to be good. Also you may recall our boiler man replaced the two broken tiles on our roof when he was putting in the new flue.

I’m sitting here in my tee shirt. The central heating has switched itself off and so far we have not had to increase the heat setting from 18º. We have amended our overnight time to be from 9pm to 6am at 14º now so should temperatures suddenly plummet (apparently they are due to do so next week) providing we don’t have a power cut, the heating will come on and keep the house cosy.
So far, so good then.