At the beginning of July I hitched a ride to Brittany on a Welsh schooner, came back on a Cornish lugger and enjoyed three festivals of sail along the way…. but more about that another time. Time to come back down to earth…… My adventures are over for the time being and I’m in sunny continue reading »
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 »