Winter has revealed the fruits of my labour, the completion of my second sailing novel, ‘Seeking Wallander’. This true story features the voyage I made over the years 2013 to 2014, between Amsterdam and Lapland. The whole book took me nearly five years to complete, a labour of love, constantly interrupted by my continuing Saga.
My return to Scotland last November produced a constructive, restful and secure environment in which to complete the novel, my second in a saga that I hope to achieve before finally swallowing the anchor.
My website has always majored on the positive and was an attempt to empower those who had a dream somewhere inside that yearned to be manifest. My joy has been to witness the freeing of the shackles of one’s conditioning and see those who reach within to reclaim their true selves. It was no mistake to name my boat ‘Free’. That is the only value I give to my life for without that, what is there?
It is rare to still be in the UK this late in Spring, but these are rare times, a tentative attempt to cultivate an emotional root on land. I can no longer fool myself that this sailing life will last forever. I have had a wonderful journey, and have so few regrets, which is surely the way to live a good, simple life. Life is rough and tumble, right enough, but the wasted life is surely a sin. To be sure, I am more afraid of mediocrity and self-satisfied complacency than missing my footing and ending this life beneath the Baltic swell.
Soon, I will visit my old pal Rose, in Germany, always a memorable and inspiring sojourn. After that, it will be time to face the music again. I have the idea of migrating slowly southwards, preferably without any distractions. Memories of last year’s disastrous grounding still lie heavy on my heart, and I so need to retrieve my confidence.
Tentatively, I dream of Poland and the traversing of the North of Germany by river and canal. I have crossed France and Belgium from the Mediterranean to the North Sea, and an East to West voyage would be a glorious memory to accompany a wee dram in front of my fire as an auld woman.
So there it is…
‘That’s me,’ as we say here in Scotland. This is my first post of 2019, my twelfth year of this Viking Saga. I feel Odin’s steely gaze and Freya’s fierce warrior spirit. They seem to say: Are you up for this?
I reply: “I’ll give it my best, as always, and with your support, I’ll continue this Saga.