Bredonborough Rising c at the
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Bredonborough.
Rising c. 06.40 at the Tower Hotel (who was the architect of this?)…
… by Tower Bridge, London I…
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Down to Weekend FT reading-breakfast before heading to St. Katherine’s Dock, and meeting family and friends, where the clippers were moored for the
Clipper Round The World yacht race 2013-14 (
Facebook link) I…
Toyah’s Sister Nicola is crewing on the PSP Logistics’ sponsored boat I…
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Nicky’s crew…
Waving farewell, then over Tower Bridge I…
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… along the wharf…
… to board our own boat, to follow the clippers down to the Thames Barrier.
At 13.30 Nicky sailed under Tower Bridge to lots of waving and cheering I…
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Down the Thames and back again I…
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On our four-hours plus river-journeying, one person attached themselves to me: and sucked life from me, this to an astonishing extent. They were assisted, perhaps unwittingly, by a friend; and eventually joined by an onboard-acquaintance of theirs. Politeness, the restricted nature of the space, and those who might have defended me fleeing to save themselves, combined to render me relatively helpless in front of an exceptional attack.
Returning to land, collecting our car from its parking space, the Minx drove us home via Chelsea (delivering her accounts, given the unreliability of the Post Office’s Recorded Delivery service) to Bredonborough I…
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An attack this brutal, and effective, upon my subtle life is a surprise. Good manners are important. Nevertheless, I have revised my criteria for the degree to which I am prepared to endanger my life in close social contexts.
Awfulness, horror and pitiful lifelessness.
