Blue to Brown: Clovelly to Penarth
With my back out and Rich solo-sailing the whole leg, we rode the tide to Wales, watched the sea turn from blue to brown, and made it through Rich's first ever lock.
The ups and downs of Clovelly
Clovelly gave us a waterfall coincidence, a proper family lunch, and a dinghy that punished us on the way in and out. Add a smashed mug and a sleepless night, and it was still one for the books.
Chasing rainbows (and squalls) round Land's End: Newlyn to Clovelly
What should have been a straightforward long haul from Newlyn to Clovelly turned into a masterclass in rainbow mistrust, a mid-passage fuel top-up, and hours of pointless wave-calling. Sixteen hours later, a golden arrival made it all worth it.
The tide waits for no one (especially not us)
What was meant to be one night in Newlyn turned into three days of changing plans, an accidental walk to Penzance, and a tide window to Land's End we never used. By the time St Michael's Mount stopped being a smudge on the horizon, we'd swapped sailing for pints, pasties and a lot of gift shops.
Late Start, Big Seas and an Unexpected Bath: Helford to Newlyn
What should have been a fairly straightforward passage from Helford River to Newlyn turned into a day of big seas,
Racing the Gale from Fowey to the Helford River
We woke to a shifting forecast, a looming gale warning, and that familiar itch to move. So we motor-sailed
One Last Day in Brixham: Airshow, Anchors and Anstey’s Cove
Our final day in Brixham wasn’t spent making miles south. Instead, we spent it watching aircraft roar overhead, sharing
Preparations
Before every sailing trip there’s a point where the excitement starts to outweigh the planning. We’d reached that
The first sail of 2026 and a lost boat hook
Getting the rust off
We had this grand plan for the first sail of 2026. A decent sail across to
