I’d bought Vin a drink. Or two.
“So – what do you reckon on this exploring lark…. I mean… don’t you think it would be a bit lonely out there?”
“Take a book or two, a radio tuned to Hutton Orbital Radio, a nice camera and enjoy the ride. The worst that can happen is that you blow up and end up being rescued back here.”
“I suppose you’re right,” I said. “Send you a postcard….”
The next morning, I set sail.