Here's our local seagull, drinking from the melted section, whilst standing on the remaining iced section. You can see the piling of ice plates, the result of yesterday's strenuous activity of a boat trying to both get water and turn in the mouth of the marina. The ice is clearly still thick, but this was a desperate boater who had run completely out of water. We believe that he moored up slightly north of Blue Haven, took on water, then had to reverse to return to his home mooring. Blue Haven's entrance was the winding hole of choice and as Elizabeth was at meetings in London, Pete thought Bella herself was cracking up as he heard the creak of ice. A swish of propeller from the boat you can see the stern of was used to force the ice up and as it fell, it broke. A few barge poles meant that at least some ice plates were moved. About an hour later, a usually few minute turn was accomplished.
