For the first time this year, it's been light enough to take the boat down to the nearest visitor mooring after work for a glorious evening of peace and quiet.
And amazing to wake up in the morning to the light pouring into the boat...
and illuminating Gregory, our little purple shamrock. He died entirely in the frost over Christmas, but has been resurrected.
We've built a little woodshed to start seasoning some firewood in.
I spent some of half term making these little windows for the front cratch.
And we braved the rain and the slightly-too-high river to take a trip into Bath for the night. This is the view through the rain at Pulteney Wier.