Flotsam and jetsam
Sam Llewellyn writes nautical thrillers, edits The Marine Quarterly, and is perpetually patching up a 30ft ketch: samllewellyn.com
The sun is shining and there is a light breeze ruffling a blue, blue sea. The engine goes on, and the genoa rolls up, and the mainsail concertinas down into the stackpack. And we direct our thoughts towards the Gate. A pair of gates, actually. A pair, in fact, of lock gates. We are not feeling good about going into the lock gates, because we are not feeling good about the Canal.
The alternative to the Canal is, however, a 60-mile hike round one of Britain’s least charming headlands, and the forecast is advertising strong southerlies for the southward part of the voyage, followed by strong northerlies for the…
