It all started, weeks ago, when the vicar’s cheap sherry — liberally dispensed after the service — went to their heads. Their little group discovered they were angry and frustrated about so many aspects of their everyday lives as pensioners. What they needed was an outlet for all these frustrations before they boiled over. As they gazed at the Gosport Ferry, plying back and forth across the harbour, the idea came to them for a protest that would really make people sit up and take notice. Hardy was happy to take the lead: it was just what he needed to show Joyce, his domineering wife, that he wasn’t ready to be written off just yet. But even simple plans have a way of tying themselves up in knots …
