We woke to a shifting forecast, a looming gale warning, and that familiar itch to move. So we motor-sailed hard

We left Salcombe in thick fog and bigger swell than forecast, rode one long close-hauled line toward Fowey, and then—

Feeling sunburnt, slightly under the weather and questioning whether we should even leave Anstey’s Cove, we cast off anyway

Our final day in Brixham wasn’t spent making miles south. Instead, we spent it watching aircraft roar overhead, sharing

Before every sailing trip there’s a point where the excitement starts to outweigh the planning. We’d reached that

Getting the rust off We had this grand plan for the first sail of 2026. A decent sail across to