I suppose you could say this was the calm before the storm. I love the superb tranquility of the flat water and the boat patiently waiting for the tide to gently lift it from the sand. It was a changeable day and I saw this from the old bridge so I trekked over the boggy bank and soggy mud to get nearer. I'm glad I did because that night I was woken by heavy rain beating on the caravan roof, at first I was content to smugly listen knowing that, inside I was dry and safe.
When the wind started getting heavier and the caravan rocked violently the smugness quickly wore off, but I am doing all this for you, dear reader, and I bask in your warm gratitude.