Start and stop, it seemed slow but the view was opening up.

Edging forward, creeping, crawling, and other descriptions of sleep-inducing progress were most appropriate.

When you travel in a 1951 Bentley there are allowances to be made. There were a few even in 1951.

A glimpse, oft repeated, of sparkling brighter-than-true blue water seen between oleander and pine trees made it all seem worthwhile.

The sea was a small one in planetary terms, but large enough to us even though an island was visible less than a mile away.

We yearn for such moments. Again please!