“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…
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Dick Durham podcast – May 2015
“Scraping a burning surfaceinchesfrom your face while, lying on your back is a kind of torture” By the time the weather’s good enough to launch your boat, the novelty of…
Dick Durham podcast – April 2015
“As night-time storms rattled the slates, I dreamed of that one length of studding holding the boat upright” We’re very close to saying goodbye to the gales of winter. I…
Dick Durham podcast – March 2015
“Whoof! Up goes the paraffin in a stinking yellow flame” Gas. The very word is sinister, and I have body-swerved this particular state of matter in various galleys over the…
Dick Durham podcast – February 2015
“The Island Yacht Club, of Canvey Island, is like a recycled town” I’m on probation. Every Saturday morning I am obliged to join a community service work party to help…
Dick Durham podcast January 2015
“The operating manual is smothered in oily fingerprints and smells of diesel” What were two men doing zig-zag- ging across a theatre forecourt as light summer rain began to soak…