Five men in a boat

I saw the perfect blip this morning. A field of barley, almost completely harvested but for a small square in the middle, and the combine munching straight towards us. Problem … we were doing 50 mph and late for an appointment.

So here’s five men on a yacht, come straight from Den Helder (NL), and flying a yellow pennant to say “no Covid on this boat”. And we ate our picnic, and googled yellow pennants.