As a Brummie, I feel qualified to reproduce a shortened version of this very bad Black Country joke as an opener to this whimsy. Having been made redundant, Enoch and…
Cruising life
Jonty Pearce: Skomer at last
Finally for the first time this season we achieved: Getting out of Milford Haven and going further than St Ann’s Head lighthouse Raising all the flappy bits and enjoying a…
Jonty Pearce: The reluctant blogger
When our noble editor first suggested that I wrote a blog I must admit that I declined, partly from a Ludditic stance of not knowing what a blog actually was,…
One the Met Office did not forecast?
I don’t much like change. In fact, working as an NHS GP, I have a severe case of change fatigue. If something works, why change it? All too many Ministers…
Jonty Pearce: Southampton Boat Show
I always enjoy the Southampton Boat Show. I still have a childhood memory of the excitement of Earl’s Court when, taken along as company for my best friend, we gawped…
John Caldwell: Desperate Voyage
I had a book, How to Sail. Every day I went through it and memorised names and mentally practiced the ritual of getting under sail. The armchair sailors in the…
Jonty Pearce: Drying out
We lowered our Southerly 105 into the waters of the Weaver Navigation at Northwich in 2009, and she has not been lifted out since. We had taken the wise step…
Alan Villiers: The War With Cape Horn
Sixty-two days out from Tocopilla, Chile, the Pitlochry, a four-masted barque, 319ft long, was off Terschelling, having breasted a Force 8 gale up the English Channel dashing along at 16…
Jonty Pearce: Dale Regatta
The sun beat down while a gentle zephyr of breeze ruffled our hair, and we enjoyed an onboard salad lunch lubricated with Pimms. Beside us the dinghy racers drifted and…
Bob Roberts: Coasting Bargemaster
More and bigger ships were using the river, and once or twice I spent my spare hours walking the banks of the lower reaches, watching the interminable stream of traffic…