It was a cold frosty morning when we awoke. The plan was to move JH the 5 miles or so down the canal to Tibberton. That had been her permanent mooring. I had previously spoken to someone at BW who said that we couldn’t transfer the mooring, but we could stay there for month or so until we had sorted something else.
Not knowing how much deisel there was in the tank we stopped at Brookline Cruisers to top up. The guy there seemed not to want to serve us. You’d think that he’d be glad of business at this time of the year.
We got to Tibberton and found our mooring, the last of the line, furthest away from the pub!
Spent the rest of the day unpacking all the stuff and investigating the boat further.