The day that the rains came down

Today was the first leg of our Canadian adventure as we docked in the early morning at St Johns, New Brunswick, with a trolley car ride booked to the famous reversing falls in the Bay of Fundy, were the 27ft rise and fall in the tide makes the river that feeds into the Bay flow backwards. Unfortunately it has not stopped raining all day, it's dark, overcast and chucking it down with a vengeance, a typical English summers day during Wimbledon. As a result because conditions underfoot are a bit slippy, I have decided not to go ashore and anger the gods of gravity. As my sister will tell you if there is one matchstick within a 100 mile radius we will manage to find it and go "ass over apex" and do some form of damage to ourselves, the Charlwood's are blessed or cursed for being remarkably unmobile, and being stiff in the ass, thanks Mum & Dad for our inheritance. I am not the only one who has taken this course of action, the vast majority have, I write this at  5pm local just as we re about to sail away, the sail away party is cancelled and ironically tonight's dress code is tropical. Currently brass monkey weather. Hopefully it will clear as we sail overnight and tomorrow we visit Halifax, things can only get better.