John was kind enough to invite me sailing again. A gentle 4-7 mph breeze was predicted and, for the first part of our sail, that’s what we got. As the day went on the wind become increasingly fickle and we... Continue Reading →
First sail of the season and for a change there was some wind John invited me to join him for his first sail of the season. The end of June sounds a bit late for getting in the first sail,... Continue Reading →
Vacation Day 12 – Tied up for the night We tried anchoring in a sheltered spot in Horsea Mere, but the wind was too strong for the mud anchor and we started dragging it almost immediately. I prefer to anchor... Continue Reading →
Vacation Day 12 – We hired a sailboat in the vain hope of getting in some sailing Having taken our leave of my son and his family we decided to go sailing for a few days. When Ginger’s UK contacts... Continue Reading →
Another day's sailing on my friend John's sailboat - only this time instead of too much wind, we had too little.
Spent the day with cap’n John getting the boat ready for some real sailing – he has a mainsail. Unfortunately the ‘iron Topsail’ is currently broken, and beyond my knowledge to repair.
John asked if I fancied going sailing. He had to ask? That's a given. A series of heavy thunderstorms on Wednesday put paid to our first planned outing. So we re-scheduled for Friday - not an auspicious day to go sailing if you are superstitious, but fortunately I've only just remembered that.
I really like this series of pictures of John I took while we out sailing yesterday.
Remember cap'n John? Well, he's gone and done it now and bought himself a twenty-seven-foot sailboat. I went with him to Stockton to take a look. Pretty cool she is too. [19 pictures]
My friend John recently got his ASA Basic Keelboat sailing certificate. When he said he wanted a sailing buddy to help him out on his first day sail in a keelboat without an instructor I jumped at the chance
Sailing on the River Thurne, Norfolk Broads. This could be August 1999. It could 2000, or later...
Packed away in a box under the bed I found this newspaper cutting from 1960. It tells the story of how my father and a work colleague built their own yacht. I've also written about some of my early sailing experiences, in particular a couple of attempts at drowning myself.
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