Once I sat on the harbourfront at Montauk eating lobster-in-the-rough and looking out on an ocean which didn't stop till it reached Portugal (whose Atlantic shore is another favourite place). I'd been walking in the footsteps of Jack Kerouac and collecting bits of driftwood which I still have.

This is absolutely nothing to do with anything and no, Ron, you can't put it in the book. If I choose to share it with everyone here, that's up to me. You can'r copyright it.