[Good lord, if they get any closer, someone's going to end up in the other's lap. He clears his throat and glances away in awkward memory. Right. Talking about himself. Totally easy, right?]

Well, er, I guess I can put in more detail. My grandfather took me and my father down to Portland Harbour in Dorset, a good place for sailing--national sailing team and all--and a rich history from an old though long defunct Royal Navy facility. Wreck diving, nice bit of touristry without feeling tourist-y, that sort of thing. So that's what we did, sailing around, and visiting some of the buildings and walking around while grandfather talked on and on about the naval history of the area.