A journal of my sailing, my dogs, my band. I can promise photos, but not consistency; as far as subject matter goes I'm a bit of a nomad, so can at times drift about the place with seeming abandon.
Sunday, 12 October 2014
I should add
Closest I've come yet to losing Dad and Ondine through a single moment's inattention. More when I have time. Suffice to day, man overboard, water flooding over the gunwales, but we survived, self-rescued, recovered and carried on.