Where's the sun gone?

Well that's it, spring has sprung and gone. It's been quite a miserable grey day with that very fine persistent rain that just soaks through everything. If it wasn't for the fact that we needed water again and the tap at Dobcross was just too slow we would have stayed where we were. The boaters among you may have noticed that we've been moored in a winding hole for the past 5 days. It was the only place we could get anywhere near the bank at Dobcross and as there are no other boats up here we didn't feel too guilty. The trip boat ,which operates out of Uppermill on a Sunday, turns round here so we checked with the operator John (who also manages Frenches Wharf Marina) and he said there was plenty of room so not to worry.
So anyway, when the rain eased off a bit after lunch we moved back down the two locks to Uppermill and filled up with water. Whereas it had taken 45mins. to fill a quarter tank on Monday here it only took 20 mins to fill the whole tank. We struggled to get moored near the bank again but finally managed it and even managed to get the TV satellite locked on through a small gap in the trees.
A full tank of water meant the dogs could have shower as well as us and while Chico isn't too keen Charlie just loves baths and showers.