Slow Boat to Flushing ‘You disappeared from view.’ And – on cue – Mylor Harbour fading out like Layla, and other assorted love songs ‘And we were worried about you – but, moving on…’ Simon’s got the helm, steady as she goes - you could trail your hand and stroke the mirrorlon below, break blue borders, to send ripples to shore’s far corners imperceptible by the time they make landfall and comb the…