Life of a 21st century sailor. Vist the parents and loved ones. Duty done. . . A couple of days in London. Strange. The airports feel like home more than anything else. Sorted out the satelite phone in Chelmsford, thank you Mal! Catch my breath on a bench in the city and it's back to Alghero. Conor has decided to pick grapes in Italy but he's postponed leaving a day so we overlap. A gentleman to the end.