AQUAHOLIC
he wind was whipping hard against the side of the car as I thumbed the heated seat and the engine start buttons (in that order) and pointed its long bonnet toward Darthaven Marina. It was still dark, the lift out being booked for 08:15, and I was relieved than my around to the River Dart a fortnight before on a calm crisp autumnal day. ‘Sea state moderate to rough’ said the forecast. Definitely not the state of affairs on the river, fortunately.
