Yacht club flags at half-mast for Sir David
The clocks went back and the winter winds swept in, as the flag fluttered at half-mast over the Thames-side eaves of my club, the Leigh-on-Sea Sailing Club. For centuries the little fishing port, mentioned in the Domesday Book, which is my home town, and place of birth, has squatted in estuary mud, coming alive briefly at tide time for an hour or two.
Famous for little more than the cockle, the
