Bon voyage

Aboard Cap Finistere passing along the coast from which this vessel gets it's name at 20 knots is about as good as it gets on this glorious bank holiday Monday.

Yesterday Portsmouth, today Roscoff and tomorrow Bilbao.

Sat in a queue of cars last evening listening to a short story written by the extremely talented Barb Jungr on BBC R4 before driving into a cavernous steel hold being directed ever lower and further below the waterline is far preferable to the process of being passed acceptable to fly even if flying covers ground more quickly.

There is a lot to be said for rocking and rolling one's way over 600 miles or so of very wet terrain. For one thing it allows thinking time and iPad poking opportunities and the resurrection of this oft neglected blog.

Sorry.