A few nights ago, I was delighted to talk once more with my friend Captain Robert Fore, the brave man who rescued the entire crew of The Primrose from certain death after their ship had run aground on a reef off North Sentinel Island in 1981. Aside from anything else, we discussed our shared desire to speak more of North Sentinel Island, an undertaking that I’d been unable to continue with after becoming ill, so I very much hope I’ll be able to resurrect this in some form in the not-too-distant future.
I’m given some cause for optimism here, not just because of Captain Fore’s enthusiasm and seemingly endless indulgence in these matters, but also because I’ve applied myself as best I can to the essay or short study I mentioned in a previous post and I would say I’m around halfway there, which is a huge improvement on my other efforts to write in recent times.
“A man may write at any time, if he will set himself doggedly to it”.
Samuel Johnson, 1709 – 1784.