I spent some time watching snails today. Like us they tend to travel slowly, eat quite a lot, and they stop often.
After averaging something in the order of five kilometres per day for the past three days, we thought it would be prudent to stop for a rest.
The lack of sunshine combined with constant drizzle afforded a splendid opportunity for us to catch up on all the maintenance tasks that seem to be decorating an ever growing list but after a quick discussion we came to our senses and tucked the list somewhere out of sight.
It wouldn't be a lay day after all, if we spent it in constructive endeavour.
It's not as though we were unoccupied; there is a new catch on the entry door for instance, fabricated by hand entirely from scraps found in jars and boxes in the bilges, and Robin's jeans are now miraculously at a satisfactory length, but it cannot be denied that there was also a good deal of laying about as well.
Tomorrow we shall no doubt continue our relentless progress upstream!