Then I see the Campbell’s steamer like a seaborne charabanc loading up for Lundy, Ifracombe, Porthcawl…. the kiss me quick hats and sticky rock and welsh vomit in the gunnels, the warm slap of beer in the belly in the Marisco Tavern, then cresting the swell past Steepholm and home to Mumbles pier…………..zzzzzz