This is the riverside town of Topsham, where I live.

Incidentally, that's not my house. That one is worth over a million, and I shall be among the first to offer my condolences when global warming causes the waters of the River Exe (seen the background) to swallow it up, Atlantis style.

This is me, rowing our little dinghy on the river in the height of summer (cue Hawaii Five-O theme). It just seemed like any other Sunday...

But, lo! What's this? A helpless figure is floating face down by the reed beds.

Man overboard! Full emergency drill swings into action. A bit of nifty oar work and the little fella was rescued.

The casualty turned out to be a little knitted chap in full lifeboat man uniform. How did such a professional come to be in mortal danger? We'll never know.

We left him recovering by the Topsham Small Craft Club notice board, in case someone recognised him and could take him home for a nip of brandy and a debrief.

Not strictly a craft-related story, I know. But there was knitting in it.