The Wild Nights on the Ocean

I woke up and was on my hands and knees in a split second. The sound of the rain hitting my bedroom window had sparked something. For the briefest of moments, I thought only of reefing the sails.

Except my flat doesn’t have sails. It’s not bobbing about in the middle of the Atlantic and this squall won’t threaten my life.

Pompeii: Time Travelling in Italy

The fallen city in the shadow of the mighty Vesuvius I’ve been told it’s overrated. It’s ‘too touristy’. It’s not as good as people thought. Good? It’s not a word I’d…

Homesick for the 50th Parallel North

I arrived in British Columbia in early autumn after having lived in the tropics and subtropics for a year. I’d left the UK the previous year and sailed south. I’d…

Sailing in a Lightning Storm: a little …

Lightning at sea makes you pray to the gods We’re only two days out from the Bahamas on a month long ocean crossing to Europe, when the lightning starts. It’s midnight…