Just after lighting the stove last night I closed the door and noticed that the glass was cracked, leading to a hasty removal of fuel that hadn't caught yet to keep the size of the fire to a minimum. What remained burned off fairly quickly, and looking at the cold stove in the morning the cracked glass was now two pieces. The nuts and studs holding the glass in were too corroded to shift, so we'll have to get someone to sort it out.
On the upside, we were able to quickly fix a leaky water pump as we had bought a spare after the old one started to sound as if it was struggling a while ago.
Cruised on into Rugby with an idea of visiting the pub near Tesco, having passed it many times, thinking that as they had a canalside garden, we could take the dog. However, access to the garden was via the pub only, and no dogs allowed in the pub. Turning back we reached Hilmorton at the same time as one of those long heavy showers. Quite spectacular though, and as Billy Connolly once pointed out, there is no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothes.
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