A classic!

17 We-no-nah. You can spot them a mile away when the sun's shining. Wood strip and fiberglass. Light as a feather.

The harbour was a hive today! Utter madness getting there, though. The twenty minute walk along The Goose was peppered with Mum reciting poetry in rather more than sotto voce. I swear she's going nutty. At what seemed to be the end of a sixteen verse epic I said, "That was rather nice. What was it?". Mum says, "I can't remember. I did it school. Anyway, it's not over yet". And off she went again!

Dear oh dear. There'll be herds of rats skipping along behind us next Sunday.