RUNNING DOWN TO LYTTLETON AND BRUISED AT THE DOCK

The weatherman was still telling us we had 15 knots, but now he was also predicting an approaching gale.  Well we know ‘no condition is permanent’ so I waited in anticipation for the elusive wind.  By 10:00 zephyrs were showing on the water,  a slowly building N’ly breeze, we were soon sailing with the main... Continue Reading →

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