All at Sea

Unkind things have been said about my absence from the latest council deliberations on the future of our county farms. But those who know me best will understand. Sometimes a gust of wind can blow the cobwebs away and fill the sails. So it was with me when I steered my trusty vessel, the SS Rundle, out into the Channel. People assume that I only live for my cars and my handicap. Not so. Huxtables have been before the mast for many generations. Eunice normally accompanies me on these maritime sorties but this time she said she wanted to scrape barnacles from the bottom of her favourite dinghy. I have no idea what she means.