Rowing by moonlight is a rich and particular pleasure, but in the challenging navigation of Chichester Harbour it happens once in a, well, blue moon. Everything has to be right: high water before bedtime, a big moon, cloudless sky and light breezes.
Last night it all happened and we rowed down towards the harbour mouth under the stars.
And we saw the International Space Station swing overhead.
And then there was beer.
Now that would be a treat... anyone else out at that time of night?
A treat it was, Steve. And yes, we had the harbour to ourselves.
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