The only thing I remember about my English teacher at secondary school was the telling off she gave me for wearing my trousers too tight. Well of course I was. Trousers had only recently been introduced as optional school uniform, so the game was to bend the rules in the same way that we rolled continue reading »
It’s been a good year for meeting varied and intrepid sailors. You could reasonably point out that actually everyone who sails is more fearless than I, who can make an ordeal out of sailing up a creek, but I was in the right place at the right time last week to hear Roger Taylor talk continue reading »
If you had to divide sailing types into two, you’d probably say there are those who race and those who cruise. I fall firmly into the second category, having never been able to see the point of going afloat to get stressed and sail round in circles shouting a lot, just to end up at continue reading »
More years ago than I care to admit, my flatmates and I discovered sailing. Being young and impoverished we shared the cost of charter holidays in the West Country, happily ignorant of the fact that a seven berth yacht is not really designed for seven people. We chartered out of season when prices were low, continue reading »
It’s that time of year again. Not for the garden, which in our household is ignored for a year and then in a fit of guilt attacked with a chain saw. For those of us addicted to all things nautical, spring is boat jumble season. Anyone who thinks that sailing is posh should be forced continue reading »