Died and gone to Devon – part II

Salcombe We left for Salcombe on Monday morning – this time with Pete’s mum Jacky on board N’Tiana for the first time in three years, coaxed by her son into honing her skills behind the helm. There was a whisper of wind from the east which was just enough for us to gently bob along…

Died and gone to Devon – part I

Pete and I have sailed in some seriously beautiful places. We’ve weaved our way among the pine scented islands of the Dalmation coast, from Zadar down to Montenegro and gazed up at the snow-covered peaks that rise from the blue waters of Kotor Bay. We’ve skirted around Sicily taking in the ominous rumbling giant that…

When in Weymouth

If you tell someone you have sailed a boat back from Portugal to the UK, they are usually gratifyingly impressed. If, however, you are waxing lyrical about a torrid 25-mile sail from Studland Bay to Weymouth, or any other section of the British coastline, you are likely to get a less awed reaction. And yet,…

Back at sea

It is one of the more frustrating attributes of the human condition that we always want what we cannot have. Or, phrased differently, the metaphorical grass is always greener on the other side of the metaphorical, erm, fence? River? The are times when sailing – admittedly these times tend to coincide with somewhat adverse conditions…

From Bretagne to Britain

Brittany is what the English think of when they conjure up the quintessential romantic image of rural France – complete with the stripy T-shirted Frenchmen cycling about with strings of onions around their necks. It’s picture perfect villages of whitewashed stone buildings with their pastel shutters are burrowed in among lush green meadows and woods…