Biography
Sailing my life away, part 7
PREFACE I’d like to start this article by explaining I scan the comments as each part is published and decide whether or not to continue the series accordingly. I’m now too old to continue for [more…]
Travelogue
Biography
Sailing my life away, part 6
In earlier parts of my story I described in general terms why and how I started educating myself about sailing and the main technical things to look out for in a yacht’s design and specification. [more…]
Biography
Sailing my life away, part 5
Unless one is rich enough to have a yacht custom-built to one’s own specification, which I certainly was not, one has to choose a “Production” model in much the same way most people buy motor [more…]
Biography
Sailing my life away, part 4
I was able to reach a conclusion on the most suitable hull material and shape for my yacht based mainly on what may be called desk research – reading books and magazines. To some extent [more…]
Biography
Sailing my life away, part 3
Jacques (As You Like it, Act 2 Scene 7) describes seven ages of man. In looking back on my own life I can identify with the first four and, being near the early stages of the [more…]
Biography
Sailing my life away, part 2
It may interest some readers who commented on my first article to know that I was very conscious of Coleridge’s poem when choosing my pen-name because a few years after the events described here, whilst [more…]
Biography
Sailing my life away, part 1
This article is the first of what may become a series if it attracts enough interest. It’s title has been inspired by a song performed by the Everly Brothers that was Number One on the [more…]
20th Century
A Barren Shore, Part Two
An even greater slab of armour plate than the one we had stumbled across decades before, stood upright blankly showing its wounds, punched through and scored by shot, rusty red, the memorial to those Finns [more…]
20th Century
A Barren Shore, Part One
This is a personal memoir of several visits to the far north and going realisation of what had always been before my eyes, unseen and recognised. I am not an historian and certainly not of [more…]