Blake mere

Early morning steam rising from the mere.

My confidence in having overcome my body temperature control problems took a knock today when I woke with freezing feet and hands. A hot coffee, breakfast and return to bed failed to improve the situation until halfway through the morning, when I got up again and further investigated, narrowing it down to probably a low blood sugar reading, quickly rectified. Having done so we moved on and had lunch opposite a camping and caravan site, still  strangely empty, as it was on the outward journey.

Today has had the best weather for some considerable time, at least closer to average for mid-August.

We moored for the evening between 2 lift bridges, one hand and one electric near the Dusty Miller pub, although we're eating aboard tonight.