My poor Captain Aubrey, I feel I have abandoned you. I can see you looking balefully at me from my sidebar where you’ve been languishing for months. You’ve been bobbing about in a Mediterranean harbour while I’ve been watching baseball, reading about Renaissance nuns and reminiscing about books I’ve loved, hated and that have changed my life.
But no more. Tonight we will weigh anchor and splice the mainbrace (or whatever it is you nautical types do when you’re ready to set sail), and together we will sail the seven seas once more.