Hartshill To Atherstone.



A day of decisions.




It's funny how quickly the keenness to move on evaporates when you awake to the sound of rain hitting the roof.
This is then quickly replaced by a new kind of keenness to get as far under the quilt as possible without actually suffocating.

This just about sums up Atherstone this afternoon.



There was a brief respite from the rain for a couple of hours so we decided to take a chance with moving on and try not to get too wet.
It started again just as we were mooring up for the shops......so that little trip will have to do for now.


One last decision to make now........fire or no fire?

No contest!




Until next time...................



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