Paul Heiney
‘Imagine a sail from Cowes to Lymington requiring the official stamp of no less that six government officers?’
It’s time to get the summer sorted. Now, where shall we go? France is always a favourite, isn’t it? A quick dash across the Channel, for a mouth full of crusty baguette that leaves your mouth feeling sandpapered. Then ashore for an evening’s indulgence of steak and frites swilled down with a pichet or two of rough red wine. That’s the life.
There was a time,
