Octopuses have appeared a few times on this blog in a metaphorical role. But as well as playing the part of symbolic monster of the dee...

On the Mediterranean coast the wind has been  winter's trade mark element, howling round the houses, wrenching tiles from ro...

The tale of storing Onawind Blue on land is lengthy and tiresome. Causing angst in various degrees she's lived in the communal gard...

  The local sailing club has some very tired Optimists that, after 12 years without maintenance, have become unseaworthy. Wanting to ke...

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...