I’m mad with envy as I dwell on a well-aired family question, ‘What did you do in the war, Daddy?’

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Stowaway ... Sailor John went off to avoid the seeming lunacy of lockdown. But might there have been a stowaway also determined to avoid the stay-at-home dictate, a beauty he knew nothing of till far from land? How aggravating ... especially if he hadn't brought along a spare pillow. Thanks to Sereja Ris for sharing this work on Unsplash.
When this crazy Lockdown – our current war – ends, what will we say of our roles to curious young relations of the future?

If we’re planning to reply honestly, we’re going to have to admit to something like nothing.


We did nothing other than experience intense boredom all the way to the back teeth.

We might try to disguise enforced laziness with the poser, ‘But then, what could we have done?’ Perhaps this a reason for offering an envious hats off to the yachtie who found a near-perfect answer.

'I avoided it'

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Unlocked ... Poor John who missed the, er, excitement of the government's lockdown plan.
John Passmore, who uses the pen-name of Old Man Sailing, reveals this week, ‘I missed lockdown. Well, I didn’t actually miss it, I avoided it.

‘I went sailing by myself. I’m over 70 and the government wanted me to stay indoors for weeks on end and – as I now understand the term – shield myself.

‘So, for 42 days and 3,629 miles, I removed myself into an isolation so complete that the nearest human beings were on the International Space Station as they wandered overhead 15 times a day.’

Suicidal mainsail

John says he would still be out there but for a mainsail which destroyed itself near the Azores. He couldn’t get a replacement, because the mid-Atlantic islands like us were locked down.

He turned about and dawdled his way home, anchoring in Cornwall ... where he witnessed the sort of seemingly crazy behaviour that told of the madness we, back on land, see almost daily.

While refuelling, John watched two families arriving in dinghies. ‘They tied up on opposite sides of the pontoon.

'Then they sat down on opposite sides of the central railing and enjoyed their picnic, chatting happily across the mandatory two metres.

‘It was the oddest sight I think I’ve ever seen.’

John’s article is here …

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