Not all who wander....are lost

Here we are, possibly half way through winter and very little snow, by Maine standards, has fallen. The temperatures have been up and dow...

For the last two months we have settled down in our warm saloon, glass in hand to listen to the nightly “broadcast” by Henry Worsley from...

The end of the season, traps in the late afternoon sun With a further spell of cold but clear weather we opted to get away for anothe...

Imagine you'e sailing along, trussed up as per the current thinking, in a pfd and harness. You're working on deck, the boat lurches...

A month drifts by as we settle into this dockside routine, hunting and foraging for cheap food and wood and getting ready to brew up some h...

  With time on our hands before the visa appointment we spent it helping out around friends houses. Steve and Marilyn have swapped thei...

'berg close up   The run south from the anchorage at the north of Port Manvers was not without incident. The lack of wind meant we...

We moved on from Punchbowl intent on getting up the coast to Curlew or Grady. I'd been lucky enough to view Nomads (one of the other bo...