About ten past midday, I was sitting in my cabin, finishing off my letter home, and re-organising my pile of files and divisional papers when the door cracked open about eight inches and a familiar bearded face of my friend peered in. “What time is it?” he said....
Hamid eased the outboard throttle open a little more as he settled on a course towards the lights. Ahmed moved forward quietly through the boat pushing and nudging the silent reclining forms. Those who had been sleeping were now awake, carefully adjusting...
Harry cowered, terrified, clinging onto any fixture he could reach inside the wheelhouse, as the boat gradually righted herself, slowly responded to the demands of the autopilot and started to climb the front wall of the next wave. As the boat reared and...
Blog 24th July 2002 Did I Really Want to be Here? Way back when we were all struggling with pounds, shillings and pence, wondering what a foreign holiday would be like, repaying the wartime American loans, and enjoying a nice simple trading...
We had enjoyed our late winter break in the sun. The hotel in Barbados had everything suggested by the brochure – and maybe more. The food was plentiful, varied and of high quality, unusual these days in a hotel offering an ‘All Inclusive’ package. The staff were...
My thoughts were drawn back to an incident in a past summer. My wife and I were sailing our Dufour 36 Classic in Weymouth Bay on a gentle, sunny morning, when the radio suddenly burst into life. A fishing boat was making a “Pan Pan” call and was quickly answered by...
