Three days after receiving David"s instructions I was opening the front door of the Burton Water address, and following his orders to the letter. It was eight at night with sufficient natural light to see precisely where I had to go. After exiting the building from the river end, I followed the bricked path to where gentle waves were lapping quietly against a small rowing boat moored by a single rope. I reached the single-masted sloop, towing a twin-engined dingy, about fifteen minutes later. There, on its aft deck was Sir David Haig with Sir Rupert Draycott standing alongside. Sir Rupert was the first to speak, after securing my rowing boat to the starboard side.
“I use the place up here when I want to play at being a sailor, Harry. Sometimes that mood lasts for weeks now that I"m retire
