Here we are mooring at Great Haywood on Thursday last, just before we scurry off to find a pint. Crisp but glorious sunshine.
And here is Caxton a week later, encased in ice and snow and enveloped in a murky cold winter mist.
I took the dogs for a walk along the Staffs and Worcs canal this lunchtime and as you can see below, we are quite frozen in. Nothing is moving at all apart from boaters wandering back up to the junction with trolley's and containers for water.
Above, Great Haywood lock and Lock House Restaurant.