How many miles has it been? 100 or 180 I can't remember. How many locks? 100 or 180. Everything has melded into one muddy exhausting rain sodden hell, with the only thing to lift my spirits being Everton's dominating of the league and Cup.
Today is the final stretch... a mile out of Stratford, 16 or so locks, then onto the Avon and into home moorings. Every obstacle made by man has been beaten, every deadline met with time to spare due to grit and determination.
I'm puttering through the rain so we can go home tomorrow, job done. The rain is entering through the neck of my waterproofs, fining its way down inside my clothing and dribbling out of my trouser leg into my boot. At least I think its rain. Ranked its too cold to tell.
We get a message to check the river state of the Avon. Its "on red." Red is NEVER a good colour. Red means high levels and high flow rates. Red means you really shouldn't try moving a boat. But it's only 1 mile of river when we get there and 1 bridge to negotiate. I've driven boats on Red before ... a cruiser and a Dutch barge. But never a narrowboat .... not built for rivers as I've explained time and time again to the female who chose the river mooring.
So here we are, 100m from the finishing tape of the marathon I've run, having to stop and await the floodwaters to subside. Having to wait for the flood caused a sprinkling of rain in the last week to subside, which will take at least a week, in the hope that it doesn't rain next week too. In the middle of winter. On a 2 day only mooring.
Arse!