It has been a rough few weeks. Resorted to pencil, I have tried to carry on. But the Sailor does obsess my thoughts - making me check under every piece of furniture or cupboard just once more, just to be certain.
I miss its smooth and delicate flow of ink, and the way the gold nib would glisten (that's the first time I have ever had to write that word, in fact I required the dictionary for its spelling) in the light. However, I feel it is time to let go and until I am able to afford a new amazing fountain pen I have made acquaintance with a fine nib Lamy Safari.