I arrived back from
On Sunday morning we woke reluctantly in the cosy snug of the aft cabin after a night of torrential rain and wind singing eerily in the rigging. It’s amazing how scary that noise can be - like a horde of banshees singing their different laments for the souls of drowned sailors.
However the morning was almost windless when my two nephews joined us, and we set off West towards
Across the bay the wind freshened from the East and we arrived at