It was the warmest Hallowe'en in recorded history. Time was limited with a late tide (half past four) and the nights drawing in (sunset twenty to five). I was going to pop out on my own in Kittiwake but a little posse arrived as the tide filled the rithe to the mill.
Anne Plater turned up with her son Michael, a former rower of eights, so he went out with Victoria in her coastal pair and Anne coxed Mike and me in a Teifi.
It was the last day in October and we were in T shirts.
As we returned Mike got this shot of the coastal with Hayling bridge behind.