Here we are - in Fenny Compton. We're still here, frozen solid. Down to -8C last night, we understand! However, Pete managed to take a taxi to Banbury then a train to Heyford to collect dear Reg who was waiting to be useful again. So, with car, water point not too far, deisel close enough to collect by can to put in the tank, lots of coal, a Co-op fifteen minutes walk away and a decent enough pub, we're not badly off at all. The difference between being here and being in Blue Haven is that the marina has shore power, but Fenny has a much better pub. And, yes, we are warm - still. The stove works well and in addition to providing heat, it steamed our ham on Sunday and steamed the sprouts yesterday. Again, we had to open the side hatch to cool things down a little last night. We had ice on the inside of the windows this morning, but we were still warm and that soon melted.
Among many highlights are that the swans walk on top of the ice to come for food, as the ice is too thick for 4 stone in weight birds to break. Others are that the small covering of snow yesterday has not melted and is beautiful. We have lovely neighbours who are sort of thankful to be iced in. Daughter Poppy has come to stay with mum who is on her own after husband had to go back to work, but Joan is enjoying her seige mentality and Poppy is enjoying not being in school.
The forecast suggests we may be here a while, so we'll let you know!
