"What ho...."

“Daddy brought the smaller boat for our holiday in Scotlandshire this year. The Spirit of Nefertiti is quite wide in the bosom, and wouldn’t have squeezed through their rustic canal gate thingamajigs. So he drove here in The Spirit of Fortitude, instead. I say ‘drove,’ but Daddy has vassals who actually drive the vessel for him. (‘Vassals!’ Vessel!’ Quite clever, doncha think?) There doesn’t appear to be much sunshine or heat here. Well, never mind, it’s back to the sunbed for me. Toodle pip!” (I believe there is an extra shot of our bijou boat.)