Tag Archives: ‘Poppy Currie’

And so it goes…

How the years have flown… This was the fifth time that Free has been lowered into the Gulf of Bothnia in as many years. How time has flown since 2013 when I crossed the northern sixty-degree parallel, venturing into waters so rarely visited … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | 9 Comments

Winter, the sailor and a tale of two voyages.

Gott nytt år, as they say here in the north of Sweden. A time to reflect… In 2006 I cut my ties with what passes as normal in today’s world. I sold everything I owned and raised my middle finger … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 12 Comments

Single-handers

Sailing is not a life for the squeamish. It’s one thing to relax in a light Mediterranean breeze with a group of friends on your holidays, but a completely different situation to be single-handed in a near gale, heavily reefed … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 10 Comments

A lazy limbo.

The devil plays with the best made plans… Seafaring is dependent on so many things, not only the weather and sea conditions, but the financial and external situations, often way beyond one’s control. My plan this year had been to … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , | 18 Comments

Romancing the fear.

I will always love Scandinavia….Viking genes are there in my DNA, my ancestors settling in the West of Scotland and Northern Ireland, but it is that very spirit that calls to me now. The preparations are underway; so much to … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 16 Comments

The fog on the Tyne was all mine…

Yes it was, once upon a time. And suddenly I am sixty years old… This is a shocking revelation for someone who still sees themselves as thirty-four and yet there is no way to sugarcoat it. I have pulled together … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 30 Comments

A requiem for the Whitby men.

I feel moved to write mainly due to the fusion of great seafaring culture that haunts Whitby’s ancient streets. I doubt whether there are more places with a greater maritime heritage than Whitby and forces unseen are clawing at me to … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , | 11 Comments