For as long as I can remember, the sea has whispered to me. Not just the endless horizon, but the pull of sail and rigging, the creak of a wooden deck, the thrill of wind as an engine. At school, while my English master valiantly battled to keep me focused – I was away with…
When I was young, it was common to see advertisements for transatlantic travel by one of the great passenger liners of the day – Cunard’s Queen Mary and Queen Elizabeth being the flag-bearers. Members of my British family with interests in the US used to make the crossing with some regularity in pre-war days, and…