This day 10 years ago I set out on the journey of a lifetime, a 4100-mile 147-day trip around Britain and near continental harbours.
The bit I remember most about this day, which started at Port Solent and ended at Haslar just a short run away, was the disquieting feeling that I had called my own bluff. Was the plan, largely conceived on scraps of paper while rail commuting, really going to work out?
I now know I wouldn’t have missed what followed for all of the world. And I would do it all over again, one day, if circumstance allows. Perhaps though with a couple of years to enjoy the many places that we have right under our noses when cruising UK waters.
Meantime I’ll be re-living the experience by restoring my Grand Tour stories here.