The forlorn sight of the Blamoral nestling by the harbour wall greats me this morning upon waking. After rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and gazing seaward I sez to myself...
"Gadzooks!! its the Balmoral!"
Oh she of wearisome reputation!
No doubt the battle hardened veterans of sea travel will have alighted earlier with dismal disposition, green gills and groggy legs..and staggered painfully to their coaches, clearly desperate to trundle northwards to home.
If this was free travel it might have something going for it but to pay for the experience !!...well I dunno... why not just go in for self flagellation, its much cheaper!
