A LAZY SAIL TO THE ISLE OF WIGHT

Newtown's 17th-century Town Hall, now owned by the National Trust

S A T U R D A Y,  2 2  J U L Y

Lay in bed thinking about Polnareff and Dutronc. I don’t know which one I like thinking about best, but thinking about Dutronc is the saddest. I could have had him. But I ruined it before it started.

Woke up to fantastic weather and had breakfast in the cockpit. Heard ‘Ame Caline’ on Europe 1 and Daddy got cross with me for swooning. However, I don’t mind because minutes later he said Polnareff was "jolly good". Then Chump and me went along to the Stores to buy film. That nice boy was there, he’s growing a moustache. He has fab clothes too. He didn’t have an Ektachrome 120 film so we came back with Dad later and got colour print film instead.

At 10 we left, and sailed to Newtown. It took five hours. It was lovely at first and I wore my bathing-costume. Later lay down on the deck and nearly went to sleep. Thought of Dutronc. It's funny to think he's in England too, I imagine he may be staying with his penfriend. 

After tea we went ashore, then walked two miles to the village. It was the most beautiful walk, nowhere is spoilt. Saw lots of lovely old cottages, the church and the Town Hall – it's tiny! Newtown used to be the old capital of the Isle of Wight. Sat outside the pub, I had a Cornish pastie and a coke. Walking back seemed to be quicker than coming - Chump and me got into a very giggly, childish mood!

Back on the boat we lit the candles. I read Brideshead Revisited.

Looking forward to seeing Mark tomorrow.