Today is one of those days that makes winter cruising pure pleasure. We’re in the Pennines and all around us the high hill tops are coated in a generous dusting of white, under a clear blue sky and bright sun, and with not enough of a breeze even to waft a flag. There’s a light crusting of ice on the canal, hardly enough to worry the bitumen but that didn’t matter anyway because, having not seen another moving boat for weeks, one came towards us as we set off, leaving a furrow for us all the way.
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