Pitch and pot
As an albatross wheeled in lonely circles high above the square-rigged masts of Lady of Avenel I couldn’t help but ponder things larger than myself: the universe, nature, the miracle of flight, the fact that it might actually have been a pigeon, and how much alike are golf and sailing, apart from the fact that golf actually improves your dress sense. Contentious, I know, but true.
The sea air prompts the contemplation of such eternal
