The good ship Britannia, with hull stove in and gunwales awash, slips slowly beneath the waves. Writing bravely from her deck, our friend, the estimable Deogolwulf, vouchsafes us a poignant glimpse of that mighty vessel in her mortal throes.
Here.
The good ship Britannia, with hull stove in and gunwales awash, slips slowly beneath the waves. Writing bravely from her deck, our friend, the estimable Deogolwulf, vouchsafes us a poignant glimpse of that mighty vessel in her mortal throes.
Here.
3 Comments
Well, I don’t know about “bravely”; mentally I am half in the lifeboat before the women and children; but I thank you for the sentiment nonetheless.
Malcolm and Deogolwolf,
I don’t know how I overlooked this site on your list of “grumpy”, but I have spent an enjoyable time catching up on this take on life across the pond.
thanks,
Jeanie
Grumpy? Never!