Yachting podcasts

Tom Cunliffe and Libby Purves’ podcasts from Yachting Monthly magazine

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Dick Durham

Dick Durham September 2015 Podcast

Some sailors leave me feeling distinctly uncomfortable; they leave me with a sneaking suspicion that I haven’t sailed far enough, that I’m too comfortable in home waters, that I’m a…

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Anchorages

Tom Cunliffe September 2015 Podcast

I’m curious about the way my attitude to weather and forecasting has changed over the years. I’ll never forget being trapped in Cherbourg in a 32-foot wooden gaff cutter with…

Libby Purves

Libby Purves September 2015 podcast

A fine idea this month, for YM to warn about The Shock Of The Big (p34). It is easy to to think that a roomier, faster, grander boat is always…

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Tom Cunliffe

Tom Cunliffe podcast – Summer 2015

Have you noticed the way the world seems to spin a lot faster in the first few hours after returning from a cruise? It struck me hard when I came…

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Dick Durham

Dick Durham – podcast Summer 2015

There is a cartoon drawn by Mike Peyton that sticks in my mind. Two boats are sailing abeam from an anchorage in light conditions. The helmsman of the one nearest…

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Libby Purves

Libby Purves podcast – Summer 2015

I wrote a novel years ago, Casting Off, in which a furious wife, at the end of a scratchy weekend a deux, watches her husband carrying his bag up the…

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Tom Cunliffe

Tom Cunliffe podcast – July 2015

“The true peace of God begins at any spot a thousand miles from the nearest land” One of my favourite quotes is from Joseph Conrad. ‘The true peace of God…

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Libby Purves

Libby Purves podcast – July 2015

“First of all, fear helps. One hand for yourself, one for the ship” I’m glad to see, among this month’s topics, the rather vital one of how not to fall…

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Dick Durham

Dick Durham podcast – July 2015

“Bittles was no sailor, but he knew a good idea when he saw one” Exactly 90 years ago this month, Yachting Monthly conceived an offspring, Yacht Sales & Charters. The…

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Dick Durham

Dick Durham podcast – June 2015

“The ooze had swallowed my boots. I was stuck in a quagmire of East Coast mud, 300 yards offshore” It’s an isolated spot, just a few cows grazing on marshland…