Upside drown

The grand house across the estuary was lovely but remote from all the pubs. Greg and Steve liked a pint or seven. Escaping meant a tiny rowboat out to the Dory moored just off the little beach, climb aboard, start the old outboard and glide across the water to liberty and Courage Best Bitter.

Early evening, still light... a beautiful 5 minute trip. After umpteen pints, in the dark, returning was challenging. Getting in the tiny rowboat was particularly tricky for landlubber Steve. Greg was in when Steve fell, turning the rowboat upside down and them out...

...to be continued...