The art of… surviving service abroad

This week I’m in Sligo, a harbour town on the west coast of Ireland. “Get back into sailing” was one of my mid-lockdown vows that I made last year. And so I’m doing a sailing course, and sleeping at a B&B so traditional that the “Vegetarian Breakfast” is “fried breaded plaice with mushrooms, tomatoes and beans”.

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