22 Jul
2022
Pirates of the Cotswolds.
Wednesday morning on a large, unexplored lake somewhere in central England. A gentle southerly breeze sending ripples across the surface of the water. A full hold and plenty of grog. A duck quacking etc etc. (You get the picture).
The mission?.
The removal of a tree swing.
We knew that we may not return but that many depended on our work. The Commodore was confident but the crew not so. 30 minutes later and we were welcomed back to shore.
By no one.
Story on my life but not a bad mornings work
