OB came through the gybe on the inside and I looked back at the other boats feeling rather guilty for employing aggressive tactics. The wi...

I ran down the hot sand pausing on the way to undo the line that anchored OB’s bows to a stake. Having squandered the preparation time there...

I wasn’t really in the mood for a sailing festival. A late summer Mediterranean rainstorm had ruptured the night, first with strafing hail t...

Whenever I’ve bragged about how well my boat stays upright I’ve had to quell the knowledge that OB is capsizable and that I’ve never really ...

I bedded down for the night amongst other boats on a small, pebble beach, near the town on the southern side of Cadaqués Bay. I’d planned to...

I’ll briefly wind up the Cruise through Blues series that I was posting in September. I was just getting to the best bits when I got distrac...

P hotos by Sergio Oca C rew Elena Val The wind had increased until we were over-pressed. Pinching and spilling wind we were getting along, b...