Trips

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.

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.

What should have been a fairly straightforward passage from Helford River to Newlyn turned into a day of big seas,

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

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

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