Sigh - missing twentythreedom again. Daughter has bought a boat. Only a little mirror dinghy but moored just along the river (Yare) from our wood. £300 and another £100 for an outboard. £30 a month for mooring fees and we have an option to build a little jetty on an inlet on my neighbour's land so we can get it in dry dock. Swallows and fucking Amazons, innit. I used to sail as a kid (on Hollingworth Lake) and have done a bit of coastal sailing, but not for years. We have a canoe which I refuse to get into, but grand-daughter has been harping on about river-life since she learned to swim (they both swim in the Yare in all bloody weathers). Think it must be Covid which has given us a sense of urgency - to wring everything possible from life. - that and a dramatic river rescue of a flailing pigeon on the Wensum in the pouring rain. I find I am quite excited at the prospect of tacking up the Yare, (which is infested with those giant floating £100,000 toilets, usually crewed by some twat with a skipper's cap). We are not going to be those people.