A cruise to somewhere past the bridge to nowhere
"It is approaching midnight off the coast of Alaska and the sun has not yet quite set. Less than a kilometre away, the coastline is a torn loaf of bread, spilling small, densely forested islands, like broken-off crumbs into the sea. I lean on the railing of my midship terrace, breathing in the crystal air, mesmerised by the waves that ripple away from the ship as it glides along. I have just consumed a five-course meal with matching wines, but if ever an occasion calls for another glass of champagne, it’s this one."