cybercrofter

Tidying up the boat for the winter, we've packed up all the pilotage books, maps and guides, and brought them home to keep them dry. T...

It's a beautiful season. Yesterday it was sunny and glorious and we took the boat out for our last sail of the year. Although we set o...

I am not the only writer for whom bears are their muse, and I'm not thinking here of nursery rhymes, doggerel or poems for childr...

A goldcrest flitted into my writing turret while I was scribbling. It panicked, battered itself on the windows trying to find a way out, ...

Before Pytheas set out from Massalia on his way to these northern waters in 320BC, I wonder if he made an offering at the temple of Apollo?...

I am back onshore for a while, having spent a lot of the summer so far on board Each Mara, our trusty boat, exploring the shores, anc...

The novel, and sailing, are currently all-consuming. Just in case anyone is wondering why I'm not saying much here. I'll be back lat...