MIRROR MAN
Gasping from cold-water shock, I swim around the bow and grasp the centreboard. A few hefty pulls and Florence flips upright, shivering river water from her spars and sails. As I haul myself over the gunwale I curse my error: not predicting a lightning-fast gybe and inevitable capsize.
Devon’s tidal Dart has a reputation for such legerdemain. She’s one of Britain’s most beguiling rivers – a majestic, snaking ‘ria’ flanked by oak forests and dotted with
