At 0430 I woke up to find I'd rolled into the middle of the bed. Very much Jan's territory - so what was going on? I got up and tried to walk across the floor. Either the half pint of HPA (one for Jim, that) was much stronger than the billed 4.0% and had a delayed action, or the boat was on the huh, as they say in Norfolk. The tilt was pronounced and the level of the pound was clearly down, but it didn't seem bad enough to warrant doing anything about it until a more reasonable time, so I went back to bed.
At 0730 I went to refill the pound.
We stopped at Minworth, below the three locks. Tomorrow we'll whizz up Aston and Farmer's Bridge Locks.