As a youth I crossed the Atlantic on a Norweigan Oil Tanker, there was no particular destination sheduled when we departed Adrossan in Scotland other than the Americas, at least that was the case until the best buyer could be found for our cargo, when, Mid Atlantic, we changed course for Maracaibo Venezuala.

According to my compass the good ship POET is on a Notherly course heading towards the best price to be found for its valuable cargo. I trust the shipping company is doing its stuff with the buyers There's a good crew on board, but there are icebergs causing concerns for the early part of the voyage - ahead is fair weather, palm trees and girls on the beach in grass skirts swaying rhythmically on the golden sands as I row ashore from Sula anchored in a turquioise lagoon. (dream on)

"All I want is a tall ship and a star to steer her by -John Masefield (Poet Lureat 1930 -67)