Today we rolled our merry way past the Dover Callais line in a magical orange sunrise, having now officially left the English channel at our stern. Where we also had a stark reminder that not all of us are as privileged and free as us here on our little square rig shipping around a Corona […]
There’s barely any wind. I am on deck, looking at the top light drawing shapes against the night sky. Not sure what day it is anymore; I don’t really have to think about that stuff and I haven’t charged my phone in a week (at least I think it’s been a week). It’s all very […]
Fingers grab the outer jib sheet … Are they mine? Hands feel the curiosity Of last year’s boson The mumbling drums of this refit And that refit Echoes of detachment sweat That rinsed all those backs Shaped all those minds Into a pale blue line Man, just had this crazy dream Was it mine? Boots […]
We reached the end of the world as we say in Breton. We turned around Ouessant in the mist and rain. It was mysteriously cold and wet as if England was drifting south to France showing the best hazardous black rocks on the horizon. My lovely region has many faces. Whatever our course is […]
in the south of YEU island. This was the safest, closest free shelter I found near Les Sables d’ Olonne. Rigging and deck maintenance has been carried out and the crew did enjoy beautiful walks on the island and the open restaurants and bars very much on days off. Today it is time to prepare […]
The NE breeze was already blowing gently during the night. What a wonderful moment to give freedom to our rusty anchor who held us for 48 hours in 25 m deep and let her dry under a warm sun on the cat head. Once we started drifting, lashing the anchor and securing the chain at […]
as every day the tide is changing, our course over ground is changing, the side where the sails are set is changing, the meals as well. Although something never changed since we left Amsterdam; the motivation expressed from all buddies on board. Yes, it is hard not to sleep well because of the boat bouncing […]
It has been a 48h of tacking in the very agitated sea and sky… With the tide, we came back exactly where we were the day before in a distance of 15 miles straight line. The reality is that we needed so many little straight lines to reach this 15 miles further south. The explanation […]
So here we are, back in Amsterdam, with an empty cargo hold, preparing for the next trip. Six months have passed since we first left Den Helder on that grey November day. I still remember the steady sound of the tugboat, like a frantic clock rushing us. Soon the time would not matter that much, […]
Op 28 april werd ik om vijf uur ’s ochtends in de foxhole wakker. Goedemorgen iedereen: tijd om het anker op te pompen! Een half uurtje later was het anker omhoog en met een heel kleine windje trokken we op en neer in de baai van Douarnenez. We zijn hier gestopt omdat we al 5 […]
