He had been looking forward to trying it out and, although he had not envisaged anything so unpredictable as the seas in January, there was every likelihood that the Bay of Biscay might be no worse than in March or in April.
‘No one can be sure of the weather at any time of the year,’ the Marquis told himself blandly.
He remembered with satisfaction that however rough the seas might be neither he nor Hignet would be sick.
They had travelled together to many different parts of the world and the Marquis knew that however many snags they might encounter during the journey, Hignet would always remain the same, unflappable, resourceful and always prepared to make the best of any situation.
Quite suddenly he found himself feeling like a schoolboy leaving for the holidays.
‘I will go to one
