Sort of, for a short time. Stayed at the pub until closing time last night, with a moonlight walk back to the yacht. Turned off all alarms in the hope of a lay in. Which lasted until 8am.
The requisite bacon and egg sandwiches scoffed down with a couple of cups of coffee.
Michael lifts up the mudweight in preperation to make for a visit to Wroxham. We are at Womack Staithe which is accessed by a very narrow twisty dyke, 10 foot wide. We need to exit using the engine. turns the key to start the engine, totally dead, would not even give a click.
The fault was a loose battery clamp. By the time an engineer came out, fitted a new battery it was 2 pm. Too late to go anywhere else. So we are going to stay here another night. A lazy day after yesterday's excitement.