Sunday, August 24th

YESTERDAY I had my first sail since I came here more than two years ago. It was an absolutely perfect sailing day, brilliant, sunny, just enough wind and not too much. And I, landlubber that I am, was fascinated by all the sailing lore, the atmosphere of kinship between the owners of boats, the whole world it becomes, once one is involved. Heidi, who had invited me, began to sail when she was over forty and progressed from small boats to this fine yawl that sleeps four, built for her by Bob Reed of Kennebunkport, the decks of teak, the mast, Sitka spruce, I think she said. Pixie is a good steady boat, and it was a grand day on the water! So relaxed and holidayish, I felt I had been away for a week when I got home after nine.