There’s a new beast lurking in the waters around historic Windsor. Big and bright yellow, it’s not exactly difficult to spot – everywhere it goes, it attracts the attention of the people it passes. And not just when it’s on the Thames, but when it’s on the land too; it can both swim and crawl.
A fantastic finale to our time at Furze Platt, the Prom did one especially brilliant thing: it cleared the air. In the dying days of Year 13, the usual strong sense of community had somewhat collapsed. Tonight, though, it was very much alive and well.
I’ll be honest: I’ve had a good Christmas. A gastronomically very good Christmas. This was made clear to me earlier today when, half-an-hour into my second stint at the Maidenhead Swimarathon, I was secretly getting rather...