I've been concious that there was something missing when we were moored in the marina but couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. When I woke up this morning I realised it's the birdsong. There just aren't any birds there apart from a load of mallards which peck at the boats scrounging food. I made myself a pot of coffee and sat for a full half hour just listening. It was wonderful.
It's been a beautiful day here and Roger has washed the roof of the boat. If it stays nice tomorrow he'll do the sides as well. It's amazing just how filthy the boat has got moored in the marina. I suppose it's the dust being whipped up from the car park and because there are so many smoky chimneys.