As the giant ship edged gracefully out of the harbour and my daughter Jemima and I watched the Manhattan skyline getting slowly smaller, I thought of my late granny and brother. We’d set sail for a trip across the Atlantic, on the same voyage that they had embarked on almost 40 years ago.
It was the trip of a lifetime for my grandmother, Madge, back in 1987 who had recently lost her husband, George, to cancer. And she chose my then 16-year-old brother, Charlie, as her companion.
They did it in style, flying by Concorde to New York and staying at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel, before boarding the legendary QE2.
A ship fit for royalty
At the time, the…
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