When it started getting cold I dug out these old wool blankets that my MIL gave me years ago. She got them for the Captain and his brother when they were little boys, so they are maybe 60 years old. But, boy, are they warm!
Then I dug out my sailing boots. Okay, so they're actually snow boots, but again, they're really warm!
We don't have a heater, but we can fire up the kerosene lamp and shut the doors to the aft cabin and warm the main cabin that way.
That is how we are coping with the cold as we run south with Bentaña on these beautiful, brisk fall days.
And thanks to Charlotte's generosity, a wee dram of this might help too.
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