Arrived safely
At the end of his long solo voyage the weary transatlantic sailor sat in the cockpit, a glass of red wine to hand. He cast a thankful eye over his little ship for it was she who was the true hero of the voyage.
At last he was at peace.
THE END
.. . .”Certainly every man that goes to sea in a little boat of this kind learns terror and salvation, happy living, air, danger, exultation, glory and repose at the end: and they are not words to him, but, on the contrary, realities which will afterwards throughout his life give the mere words a full meaning”. . .Hillaire Belloc