Farewells are a necessary evil but I keep them as short as possible. Having been through a few of them in the past few days I’m glad they are over. Of course, the farewells tend to get balanced out by re-unions at the other end and few of them were more welcome than the sight of my youngest brother waiting at the airport at 6:30am to pick me up after 20-odd hours of long-haul. Paul wins the 2007 Can’t Stop Fiddling Altruism award.
Of course, one of the many questions people ask on returning is “So, where next?”. I’m happy to report I’m sailing from Gibraltar to the Canary islands on board the tall ship Stavros S. Niarchos in two weeks time, subject to confirmation by the organisation running it, The Tall Ships Youth Trust.