One day, when I am set free from the requirements of a job and I am finally left to my own devices...my hope is to catch a Cunard liner from Boston to Southhampton.....and along the way, sit in a deck chair with a wee single malt and a cigar and watch the sea miles pass until I dock, at which time, my plan is to wend my way out to the Orkneys.
No time table, no hurry....just time among a wild, wind driven piece of real estate I would like to see.