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June 17, 2012
K lowers himself with an alarmed and amused expression on his face. 'Get dressed and come out, someone has moved us. I'm serious!'. I pull on a skirt and walk past sleeping S to the back doors. Outside, an older man in a stripy jumper, boat hook in his hand, welcomes me with a smile and a wave. He's standing on a small blue boat, to which we are now moored. There's no-one else around, and we're not in the port any more.

I feel like doing a double take. I half expect I had not woken up yet.