In the fall of 1972, after an interminable flight from San Francisco to London, I continued by overnight ferry from Harwich to Hook of Holland. Takeaways:
1. In those days air travel didn’t even pretend to have non-smoking.
2. It’s “Harridge” not Har-witch.
3. TV screens on the ferry were showing the Munich Olympic games, then in progress, and I was astonished to see an entire event presented without interruptions every few minutes for beer ads.