Things that have happened:
1) A sail has been hoisted. But it has not taken us anywhere. Don’t get excited.
2) The swallows’ babies have started hanging out on Gwen. They had previously favoured the rusty white spray nearby, dozily bobbing about on her guard wires in their long rests between flights. Today they started to appear on ours too. They seem to find life exhausting. I completely understand.
3) Rich put in some shelves, mounted the radio and rigged up the bowsprit and the jib because he is a good, productive person.
4) I signed up for a half marathon in October because I’m a fucking idiot. Now I have to go running all the bloody time.
Things that have not happened: Big Joe didn’t organise a five canoe trip to Drake’s Island, the privately owned and abandoned defence isle which we most likely aren’t allowed on, and which we absolutely didn’t visit. We didn’t go and explore the catacombs of the derelict military barracks and it wasn’t amazing..