One pleasant grey autumn afternoon, I was coming ashore from the big boat in Lucille, the Drascombe longboat, which does tender duty at the beginning and end of the summer cruise.
A dinghy was humming towards us across the satin water. It was an ancient inflatable about 6ft long, and it contained, just about, a man with a guitar case and a man with another enormous instrument case and a man who was leaning
