

a skiff that they had managed to build with canvas and ropes that they had brought with them, and wood that they had cut in the forest where they had hidden ; they had made this boat waterproof by means of a thick layer of tallow. These prisoners, from Arras to the wood in which they had hidden near the coast, had walked only at night, using the moon and the stars to guide them. The administration of the Navy tested the canoe made by these four prisoners; 6 men embarked, steered it with oars and held the sea without a drop of water entering.
What they are describing there is a Currach.
I don’t drink either - or any other hot drinks. I have never liked them.
There was a while when, every other year or so, in the depths of winter, I would get it into my head that my tastes might have changed and would accept someone’s offer of something: tea, coffee, hot chocolate or whatever. But I’d always end up taking one sip and realise my folly.
And, no, Iced tea or similar does nothing for me either.