Their appeal is enhanced by the memories of the deeds of bravery in years when sailing was the only way to go from Greenock to Shetland. Am I standing on the deck of one of the ships or watching Moria sing. Not this time. I am dreaming of the ships and Moira singing. I feel like I can almost hear it.
Life is always full of choices.
I had to make one related to the tall ships. I could have gone. To go I would have left unattended projects which are significant to some people I love dearly. I chose to stay home. Whether the projects are successful or not I feel like it was the right choice.