Position: 48°35’57.0″N 4°44’06.9″W Brittany’s coastline is as rugged and beautiful as it gets. New Englanders would recognize the jagged rocks and tenacious pines that fade in and out of the fog that forms when warm air meets cool Atlantic waters. …
Position: 49°55’40.7″N 1°04’57.8″E “Before you get out of the slings, turn on your engine and make sure the propeller spins in the right direction,” our mechanic told us, “…it shouldn’t be a problem, but just in case.” Minutes later, Aleta …
Position: 51°07’46.4″N 2°45’05.3″E Never a truer word was spoken than those by that immortal wag Anonymous who once quipped, “Cruising is the art of repairing your boat in exotic places.” Some folks might not see Belgium as ‘exotic’, and with …
Position: 51°03’24.5″N 3°43’32.5″E Mention Bruges to any movie-goer and they will inevitably quote Ray, Colin Farrell’s doomed Irish hitman from the film In Bruges. “F*****g Bruges!” they will say. Ray doesn’t like Bruges one bit. To be fair, it would …
Position: 48°17’45.8″N 4°04’29.1″E From Clémency we made our way to Luxembourg City and spent a few hours walking around its centre. The Grand Duchy of Luxembourg exists mainly as a tax haven. Albeit with some very pretty places to visit. …
Position: 50°00’05.7″N 5°44’52.3″E A is for Ambition “Tempus fugit!”, said the man as he threw his alarm clock out of his window. Our clock was ticking. Aleta is on the hard and waiting for parts. She’s also waiting for us …
Position: 50°10’32.9″N 5°31’19.3″E Rather than flog a dead horse, here’s what happened with the propellor. It’s been removed and we are patientily waiting for its replacement. As someone said, “If you use things they break.” And in this case, our …
Position: ///MONKEY.ELEVATE.RECLINE Bright and early the sun over Cuxhaven slashed through the blinds and roused us. Slack water wasn’t due until mid-morning, so we lolled around making coffee and finishing the crossword. With 30 minutes to go, we moved Aleta …
Position: 53°52’29.0″N 8°42’22.5″E Back to adventuring! If you’re going to deny reality (and who doesn’t want to deny reality at the moment?), then sailing is a perfectly plausible excuse for doing so. Our heads are too full of boaty things …
