The QE2 and her fate
I crossed the Atlantic on the QE2 one September. The afternoon lectures, drinks on deck, and dancing, the harpist playing us into dinner and the dinners - the great round table tilting slowly toward the ceiling and all eight of us simultaneously catching our wine glasses and beaming at each other as the great ship sailed loftily through a Force 9 gale – I remember all this with affection, but there was nothing, really nothing in the world as I had experienced it that compared with being out on deck surrounded by the Atlantic – above me vast and delicately-coloured skies, below me miles of watery darkness filled with creatures unknown to me, all around me the excitement and vitality of the living air and water.
The QE2 was a strong and elegant ship, and though the captain looked grave, easily rode out the storm. I never doubted her.
She was a ship of the Cunard line established by Sir Samuel Cunard, a Canadian. The Monarchist writes about the QE2's fate here.