Definitely Dreary

My new smartphone isn’t that smart.  It is unsure about where I am.  When I’m on the boat it sometimes thinks I’m in Barnwell and sometimes in Ashton and sometimes in Peterborough. How can I travel miles simply by walking the length of a sixty foot boat?

 It tells me what the weather is wherever it thinks I am.  I don’t need a phone to tell me what the weather is I can look out of the window.  This morning I woke up and looked at the phone for the time.  It said the weather was dreary.  I looked out the window and it had got it spot on.  The sky was grey, the river was grey and there was a faint cold drizzle. It was definitely dreary.  Maybe the phone is smarter than I give it credit for. I closed the curtains and took a mug of coffee and a book back to bed with me.  I’ll emerge when the phone tells me that the weather in Ashton, Barnwell or even Peterborough is cheerful.

 
Looking at the weather forecast I may be in bed for some time. Where’s spring gone? I thought the warm couple of days, the faint yellow bud on the daffodils, the mallards getting amorous were all harbingers of spring but now it seems Spring has been postponed.  It’s forecast to be cold and wet and windy. Just when I was thinking of retrieving my sandals from beneath the bed the forecast is for snow.  I can just about cope with the cold, I have ways of keeping warm, at least I will have when I go and scrounge some coal from one of the other moorers. It’s the wet that’s the problem. At last the river is open to navigation. It’s just about dried out here, we don’t have to plough through knee deep mud and we can get on and off the boats without having to wear waders. So if we have to have sub-zero temperatures we will manage but please Lord don’t make it rain.