Thursday 29 September – Saturday 1 October
The crew installed washing lines all over my saloon – really, how inelegant. They pegged up everything that hadn’t dried yesterday, and then left me to look after it while they walked off to the Gosport Ferry,
in much more seasonal drizzly rain, to catch a train from Portsmouth Harbour to Nottingham, to check the Second Mate’s brother had settled in to university life. They enjoyed seeing his very pleasant room in halls and a bit of the city centre, and ‘borrowed’ the Mate’s car to visit her mother in North Wales and retrieve the student’s bicycle, as he was finding the car too expensive to run, and park.
Saturday began grey, lulled them into a false sense of Indian Summer and then drowned them in a monsoon with a thunderstorm for good measure.