Saturday - We decided to stay on board to watch the rugby fest, 7 hours is too long to spend in the pub and we are both getting over colds.
My second team, Italy put in a much better first half performance than when we watched them from a wet terrace in Rome but capitulated in the second half to a rampant Wales side who racked up a good points score of 20-61.
Wales were top of the table until the Irish finished of a Scottish side that gave away penalty after penalty which left them a man short for 25% of the game with two second half ten minute 'Sin Bins', final score was 10-40.
England knew what they needed to do, win by a margin of 26 points. What a thriller, real end to end stuff with 12 tries scored, how I envied my mate Glyn who was at Twickers watching.
Even though a record 55 points were scored by England against France they were 6 points under the target to deny Ireland the Championship. All bodes well for Stuart Lancaster in World Cup year, he now knows tries will come from this team when he unleashes the backs.
Sunday - It's moving day, a short trip in the bright supring afternoon sunshine, through a couple of locks so that we can position FL for the drydock at Canal Cruisers first thing tomorrow morning.