At Stegneck Lock the water was so high it reminded me of our first descent of the Rochdale Nine in a hire boat thirty years ago.
Soon after mooring in Gargrave the gales returned. Overnight it felt like we were at sea.
And this morning one of the unoccupied boats behind us had loosed its stern mooring and was across the cut.
Recovering and retying that delayed our bus trip to Settle, but at least it didn't rain on us.