I remember a sailing week from hell in Frisia: seven days and nights of drizzling rain and almost no wind. Berenburg saved us from going mad, falling ill or becoming depressed. We counted our empty bottles, and by the end of the week it appeared I had drank a bottle a day... Now this was back in the day when Adrian II was a fine specimen of rugged, superior masculinity - 190 pound of muscle, brain and wit with icy blue eyes, the most casual five o'clock shade in the known universe, and he capacity to survive solely on black coffee and a woman's touch.
Aaanyway, it's a miracle I remember that week at all.![]()
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