Sunday, 1 July 2012
Apparently boats need the tide and so it always seemed to start at the crack. Yesterday it was at 10.30 so we could potter down and gaze fascinated at about 20 barges whittering about in the wind. Tacking I believe you call it, I only have dim memories of Swallows and Amazons to go by. Ransome lived in the village when he was writing the first one [and not being a spy or whatever]. Have no idea if anyone won.