I took a breakfast of cereal and toast alone at the B&B, before anyone else was about, and departed for Coquet Yacht Club, carrying two drybags over my shoulder.
After loading up and rigging the boat in the sun I pushed off.
Lately, increasing knee pain (and some hip pain) has caused me [...] As the half way point in time approaches I’m nearing one third of the distance from Southampton, around Britain via the Caledonian Canal across the Highlands of Scotland, and back to Southampton.
Given what’s promising to be the worst summer for a hundred years or more, I’m not dissatisfied with progress, but the delays due [...] Newspapers this morning talked of a normal summer resuming, gradually. This strange summer has seems more like winter at times and my slow progress northward in the face of frequent northerly and easterly winds had begun to become dispiriting at times.
We’d carefully steered a path between the headlands either side of the bay, where the large swells (innocuous at sea) were [...] Sunlight streamed in through the windows.
Keith Morris and I were looking out over Scarborough harbour.
It conveys a sense of aspiration rather than certainty and, for the superstitious, avoids tempting fate.Unfortunately, I managed to upset the owner who sped towards us on his quad bike, like a four wheeled dour version of Mr Mc Henry from the Magic Roundabout, to inform us I’d pitched a tent next [...] After meeting up with me as I sailed up the coast from Berwick to Arbroath, Katherine was due to depart on Wednesday 1st August.