Friday, I put a two inch gash in my scalp requiring 5 stitches. Saturday I manage to fall in the water with a £300 mobile phone in my pocket and just as I think to myself bad luck happens in threes my change purse leaps from my pocket and into the River Dart. Disbelieving I watch the small leather purse disappear into the murky depths. Now this is beyond bad luck. Someone is trying to tell me something. I retreat to land for a day with friends in Salcombe. Captain calamity has left the vessel Compromise.