Throughout lockdown, Lady Lucy has been on her moorings, unused and isolated. This morning I am travelling down to Hurley to take her out with a group of people I do not know. I am incredibly nervous. Indeed, sitting here in London, I would rather put off this partial return to normality another weekend, as I have been doing each weekend since lockdown restrictions were lifted.
It make me realise how little confidence I have in dealing with matters outside the circumscribed world Stella and I have created for ourselves in London.
It is very difficult to imagine I could have got this way, but such is the impact of the pandemic.
But if today goes well, there will be a tomorrow on the boat and there are other parties booked for later in the year.
Maybe the new normal will include the delights of the world we have forsaken these past six months.
