I arrived at Aigua-xellida as the shadows lengthened from the shore; a dog-legged bay with a rock-bound lagoon to the north and beyond, a ti...

There was only one boat row sailing under the rocky cliffs of the Costa Brava and that was OB. 90% of all other boats were motor powered. Da...

The scraping, rending crack was a nail to my heart. Running my boat aground, my beautiful Onawind Blue, my home, my shelter and safety was t...

Apart from the stowaway rat I had other crew aboard in the form of a large family of ants and a snail. The ants I suspected would simply dro...

It wouldn’t have surprised me if the rat had been a hallucination. I’d found myself to be an unpleasantly hard taskmaster and had driven my ...

It’s impossible to know where to start when there is so much to tell, more than I feel capable of writing about on this blog for the moment....

The idea is to sail north. I have seven days and would like to cover as much of the coast beyond Barcelona as a week allows. Being August, t...