The Club Mixer

In need of some exercise, and a bit of an escape, I cycled down to the boat. There were essential things which needed checking! Imagine my surprise to find E there. And then D. And J and R rolled in. And E! And W too. What could be going on? Are there really all these men of a certain age who would prefer to stand about in a cold boatyard rather than nestle in the bosoms of their families?
Talking of nestling in bosoms, no, actually, I might stop there.
Hearts lost again, btw. Thanks for asking.