Been meaning to say it plainly for once. I started a story for the grandchildren this afternoon about the '87 gale and got lost halfway, Greta had to pull me back by the sleeve. Lost the thread, rushed the ending. Forty years on the Vesper run and I can't always find the end of a tale. Not ashamed of it, just tired of it. Fair winds to anyone else losing their way a bit.
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