Goodbye England

Falmouth is a great town. A quirky artsy place with colourful bars, restaurants and cafes at every turn. It’s like a miniature Brighton with less pretension and a lot more boats. Its high street is lined with eclectic independent shops, selling art, antiques and a strange blend of hippy rags and yachting regalia. The people…

Tasting luxury in the River Fal

The Fal estuary in Cornwall is the third largest natural harbour in the world, fed by six main tributaries and 28 smaller streams and rivers. Its deep channel makes it navigable for big commercial vessels several miles upriver as far as Tolverne’s famous Smuggler’s Cottage and it has long been used as a safe haven…

Cornwall, Eng-Land’s End

There is something in the air in Cornwall. It is the smell of the sea, of faraway lands, of distant people living distant lives. It is the smell of the tropics, Caribbean aromas washed in on the Gulf Stream. Cornwall is not like the rest of England. Once you cross the Tamar you enter a…

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…