Anchor intimacy
et’s talk about our intimate relationships with anchors. Anchors and I go back a long way: from sweet little hooks tossed insouciantly over the bows of 18-footers, to barnacled old fishermen lugged with difficulty across old gaffers. I have related to the flibbertigibbet lightness of a casually stowed Fortress, the treacherous grapnel on my river dinghy which brought up a dead rat, and assorted cruising ploughs, Danforths
