Swallows and Amazons Chapter VIII: Red knitted caps, and no stockings

The plot thickens. Thickens like a sauce that you’ve been stirring patiently for half an hour, and you turn away from it for less than a minute. So far they’ve basically been pottering about, wittily sewing on buttons. Now there’s smoke, shaking of fists, and a mysterious disappearing pirate ship. You can hardly see for the foreshadowing. Continue reading Swallows and Amazons Chapter VIII: Red knitted caps, and no stockings