"There is nothing -- absolutely nothing -- half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats," said our captain, echoing the famous words of the water-rat in Kenneth Grahame's 1908 children's story "The Wind in the Willows."
Who would argue with that on a fine afternoon with the cherry blossoms in bloom and our piratical Jolly Roger pennant flapping proudly in the breeze? It certainly beats sitting in an office and gazing at a screen, even for a hopeless landlubber like me.
