The voyage home

On the day: 
05/06/2012 


On the way: 
She's smaller than the yard of my uncle, yet larger than the pen of my aunt. 
Actually, she may be larger than the yard of my uncle, depending on the uncle. 
Either way, she's a beauty. Her wooden hull is shapely and painted in pitch to protect her from the elements on her long voyage, this other Argo, onto the icy swells of the North Sea or out into the Channel and then the Atlantic, set for southern climes. A sail in broad purple and white stripes hangs half furled from her sole mast, a bronze horse's head at her bow, a scimitar-shape rises from her stern above a terracotta amphora. 
The high seas call like sirens on some blighted rock, beckon like mermaids from the briny deep. What adventures lie ahead? A Mediterranean Odyssey? A Vinland Voyage? A 7.34 from London Bridge? 


On the pod: 
Invincible - Pat Benatar 


On the front page: 
The party for one (The Times)