A sailor’s lonely end acknowledged at last

ecause of the way we sail today, bristling with emergency satellite rescue systems, self-inflating life-jackets, and life-rafts, it is easy to overlook the fact that being lost at sea was, while no less disastrous before the advent of technological assistance, once commonplace. This was brought home to me while talking to Kevin Fuller, the 66-year-old owner of a, which he moors on the River Blackwater in Essex. I had gone to meet Kevin to look at his remarkable collection of Arthur Briscoe etchings. He has collected over 200 such artworks over the years.