It was one of those glorious June mornings with clear blue skies and a gentle 9kt breeze from the northwest. The waters off Dodman Point were mirror smooth as we made our way from Fowey to Falmouth under the brightly coloured cruising chute. Just when I was thinking things couldn’t get any more sublime, a pod of dolphins appeared off the starboard bow.
I rushed into the saloon to alert the kids, but the scene inside quickly put an end to any joy the cetaceans had instilled. When I last checked they had been playing quietly in the saloon, making a den from cushions and sleeping bags. That was all good. But since the last check-in, the game between four-year-old Arva and six-year-old Ottilie had stepped up a notch and at some point Ottilie convinced Arva to unload an entire tub of PVA glue into his sleeping bag, making it a huge sticky ball. On seeing the devastation, I must have let out an exasperated gasp that alerted their mother, who gave them a telling off so severe that it echoed back
