Shreds

Lifting the engine bay to investigate the possibility of re-wiring the immersion for sunny day solar hot water, a more urgent task reared it’s ugly head. Nick whooped with delight, I swear. Emerging with the shredded alternator belt, suddenly it all made sense – we’d thought it strange yesterday lunchtime, when we moored and the batteries weren’t fully charged, but tried to explain it away with the relatively short trip. With a puzzle to solve, spanners flew and the bed was demolished in order to access our least used storage space. Clutching three spare belts of various sizes, Nick disappeared to the depths of the engine and the alternator was back up and running in no time.

Took a picnic upto Lyme Park where Mr Darcy stood in the lake. Murk disgraced himself by finding a swamp and bathing in it, resulting in chaos at the children’s paddling stream when we arrived to wash down the stinking, fly covered beast.

Just one boat out and one boat in at High Poynton today. We’re on the departure board for tomorrow, we’ve eaten the fridge.

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