It’s over a year since I wrote In the Thick of It, something of a paeon to the lovely Lovett Bay.  In the space of it, I’ve gone from a deep-seated fear of boats, to learning to drive one. I got my boating licence last week. I feel rather like Toad of Toad Hall, when he first got his hands on a car: Oh, the wide open road! Oh, the wide open channel! Hurrah!