Reach for the pie
Flotsam and jetsam
Sam Llewellyn writes nautical thrillers and edits The Marine Quarterly. He is currently patching up a 30ft ketch
Very, very early in the year and there we were, anchored in the creek, the ebb sliding by black as ink under the great arch of the Milky Way. On the saloon table were bottles of wine both full and empty, the remains of a Christmas pudding and assorted fragments of pies.
