The Wild Nights on the Ocean

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...
Free Book Extract from ‘In Bed with the Atlantic’

Free Book Extract from ‘In Bed with the Atlantic’

An extract from Chapter 4 of my first book, In Bed with the Atlantic. … Five hundred miles was something I could get a handle on, something I could picture. It was around the same distance as Falmouth to Spain’s La Coruna, less than the trip from Portugal to...