After an indolent summer last year in the Greek islands watching the barnacles grow
on the hull and the anchor slowly rusting into the sea bed, we have decided, (or
rather Fatty has conceded) that it is once again time to reach out for distant
shores. So, after much consideration we have decided to cross the Atlantic on Juno for the third time. Just writing these words I feel my pulse quicken at the prospect of another ocean crossing.
