” The heeling of the yacht did not prevent the cooking of a noble stew, to which we did ample justice. Does the reader think there is a good deal in this book about eating and drinking? No faithful record of a yacht cruise is otherwise possible…” So wrote in 1876 my Great, Great Grandfather…

It is 30 years since we last anchored here, and it is a real pleasure to be back. After really quite an uncomfortable sail from Muck yesterday, hard on the wind in 25 knots of wind with moderate to rough seas latterly, we hunkered down here in a Northerly gale with horizontal rain, and slept…

I suppose that transiting, by yacht, the Caledonian Canal in Scotland should be on most people’s bucket list of things to do before they die. So much is already written about this remarkable man-made passage between the North Sea and the Inner Hebrides, and you will find it hard to read anything but fulsome praise…

    It was with a mixture of feelings oscillating between concern , regret and pride, that I waved goodbye to Ranger as she started on her delivery trip to Inverness from her berth at Woolverstone Marina on the River Orwell, Suffolk, England. But more of the actual trip later, suffice it to say that at present she is in…