Tuesday 15th December

I am not sure where I get my weather reports from but they seem to be more gloomy in prediction than reality, for which I am thankful! I thought today we would be in need of our wet weather gear so when we set off to discover what Rickmansworth has to offer, our next port of call, I donned both rainmac and waterproof trousers. I needn’t have worried. Blue sky accompanied us all the way and the first rain drops fell as we arrived back at the boat three hours later. It was quite a stretch to Rickmansworth and much of the towpath along the way had ‘do not moor’ notices to visitors.  We passed alot of live aboard widebeams and quite a few garden patches that adjoined them. However once in the town itself we found ample space so will moor there for a night tomorrow. I found the town slightly smaller than I imagined it would be. I had hoped to buy one more pack of Christmas cards but there were none to be had in any of the charity shops. There was a large Waitrose, Tesco and an M&S food store but not much else as far as I could see.

Our friend R came for a cup of tea on the towpath as it was relatively warm and once the rain shower had passed it was a rather lovely afternoon.

As I really haven’t got a lot more to say about today I asked my R for his opinion.  He remarked that we can hear the lazy clatter of the Metropolitan underground leaving Watford and heading into town. This is what I call selective hearing as I haven’t heard it once and yet R who is supposedly hard of hearing notices it all the time! He also remembered the hill we had to climb on our return from Rickmansworth,  remarking that it reminds us we are at the beginning of the Chiltern Hills. I had no idea, geography and a sense of direction not being strong points of mine!