A brief post, which will be filled out tomorrow.
Rob Hoge and I took to the lake in a canoe. Nobody died, no canoe was injured, no one fell in.
The conversation did go something like this, though:
Angela: Hey, rocks.
Both: Argh! Rocks! Left! Left! No, your other left!!!
Angela: Hey, pelicans.
Rob: I wonder if they’ll attack us.
Angela: Probably zombie pelicans.
Rob: Bound to happen.
Tomorrow, I will post the last known photos of Britain’s greatest living (at the time of the photos) writer, Robert Shearman disappearing across the lake, in manner of Dr Livingston.