That Summer it was hot. Day after day. Sunshine became certainty. The fields yellowed, the water levels low. It was hot. We left London on the Friday evening in a convoy of cars.
Frazzled city-livers heading west. That night we talked late. We lay on the cabin top marveling at the starlit canopy of the night sky. We spotted constellations using a star chart as we knew so few. Next day we set off on my as yet unnamed 28′ boat. We didn’t travel far, achieving distance wasn’t a goal, it was all about friendship, about being outdoors together, about sharing that moment. We had the best if times that weekend.