Window In these evenings the towering lights of the battered merchant ships berthed in the harbour, and the ships distant with flashing beacons in the roadstead, anchored and waiting on the night-sea horizon at the edge of our world seen briefly from the bus-window   remind us they contain men still living lives we have forgotten, lives we can hardly imagine,   remind us again that the world still has adventures.                                           Hal G.P. Colebatch