Saturday 10 September
The crew dragged themselves conscious reluctantly to a grey wet morning. This being National Trust property, the warden called early enough for payment, and added insult to injury by charging us more for using a mooring than if we were under 36 feet, even though it’s one boat – one mooring. We got our money’s worth by moving a couple of boat lengths away to anchor in clear water, for which they ‘invite’ (but don’t insist upon) donations to the charity, and stayed a couple of nights more. 
A quiet day of recovery and putting me to rights – a kind of delayed boat happy hour – rounded off by enough breeze to blow away the rain clouds for a pretty sunset.