While sorting ourselves out, a rather oddly painted boat came up to the service quay.

No idea what that’s all about, but it set off a nasty earworm.

He appeared to be travelling with a boat called Ceilidh which claimed to be based at Fleet Wharf. We remember coming across this one last year, and being somewhat bemused that the owners didn’t seem to be remotely folky, or had even known of the infamous Fleet Folk Club at the Fox and Hounds (pretty much Fleet Wharf), somewhere where the first officer spent far too many evenings in the dim and distant.

After that excitement, the rare sunshine was so warm and pleasant, we toddled over the lift-bridge for morning coffee and cake at the nearly as infamous Annie’s Tea Rooms. It would have been rude not to…