Autumn to Winter Overnight

We’ve gone from mellow fruitfulness (the reds and golds of Autumn) to the inside of a polar bear’s boxer shorts…

First Cruise of the Year…

…first of this year, that is, on which I encountered not a single other boat moving… Has Winter begun? The…

I suspect ‘large dog’ and would hope ‘unaccompanied’ but I doubt the latter. There just aren’t any stray hounds in…

The coal, like the caribou, are gorn. Most went up the chimney, three buckets of ash went into the eco-system.…

We mooched on again the other day. Having re-traced our prop-wash up the Limpopo (known by the locals as the…

My goodness me but the it of it is cold this morning. Opening the side-hatch to beat my chest and…

Oh hang on though – in England we all just did. The Matrix hiccoughed and suddenly there I was, an…

The weather, that is. Solidly dill and dusmal, day after day, with a fair old wind gusting. The solar panels…

The lead image is the current view from the side-hatch. Splendid stuff. Enjoyed a most splendid cruise the other morning.…

I am a man of many parts, most of them broken or missing. Much has been happening in my little…

Eilean Donan (not) sat sitting in the middle of Hurleston Reservoir’s ninety-six million gallons of fish-poop and seagull-pee. Ideal perhaps…

Mentally, of insanity. Meteorologically, of Winter. Imagine if you will a great Warehouse of Weather in the sky. They’ve finished…