It was a foggy and frosty start to Wednesday morning. There was a heavy frost on the ground and the foggy was getting a little like pea soup.
We left our overnight mooring and set off for the junction, where we did not see another boat. Infact that applied throughout our cruise, there was not another soul moving, or wanting coal. There is something quite eerie about cruising in the fog. I got to take the tiller, whilst Keith went inside. I love working the boat when I get the chance. There is something impowering about moving a boat through the water. There are those who feel it is a man's job to move the boats, but that is poppy cock. Women were good enough to work the boats during World War II, when the men were off fighting for our fine country and they are most certainly more than capable of doing the same today. I have many girly friends who are lone boaters and love moving from place to place. Infact I think I can safely say that some women do a far better job than the men.... I know I have stirred the pot with that comment, but I feel in some cases a woman is better at the job. I still have much to learn, but do enjoy my times at the tiller.