Jane and I took a walk this evening along this beautiful quay of Wivenhoe, hopefully the new home for the Boat For My Potplants. We smelt the air, so warm for nearly November. We watched the sunset and saw the moon rise in the sky. What Friday evening would be complete without a pub drink? So we took a glass of wine in the local pub, The Rose And Crown, and I imagined the boat being moored just a few yards away.
I imagined it, and I knew that imagination alone will not be enough. Or could it be?
The boat 'MISS BAUDET' is a garden, party venue, writers' retreat and HQ for serious meetings with my publisher David
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