Wind and warmth

Borealis restocks in the great Port of Liverpool

By ‘eck, there’s a chilly wind whipping up the length of the Mersey this morning. I’m thankful for books, coffee and warmth in my little cabin home-from-home as thoughts begin to turn towards the Caribbean, where, in company with every other Englishman, breakfast begins with ‘phwoar, isn’t it hot?!’ …

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