It's six o'clock on a Saturday morning and I have just been restoking the fires - no, not the ones in my loins but those burning at the bottom of the paddock - when I saw the outlines of a yacht through the morning mist.
She must've dropped anchor late yesterday and overnighted within cooey of the Nelligen Yacht Club. As soon as it has warmed up a bit - early mist on the river always heralds a warm day - I shall row across and introduce myself as Commodore-Secretary-Treasurer-and-only Member.
I've always liked tomatoes with my breakfast, even if they're rotten ones!
Ratty, in 'Wind in the Willows'
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