10 firsts from my first 10 days on board

I have now been living aboard Mehalah, the boat I will cross the Atlantic on, for 10 days. It has flown by, but also feels as though I have always been here.

14 things I learnt whilst cycling and wild camping around Lanzarote

Aware that I was about to spend a number of weeks in a confined space with limited options for stretching my legs or being alone, I hired a bicycle and set off to build up my leg muscles and store up some alone time on a 5 day cycle and wild camping tour of Lanzarote.

South through Spain

It’s harder to write about where I’ve been and what we’ve done than events from long ago, or inspiration for my journey. I wonder if it is interesting to anyone other than my mum? Possibly not, but this is supposed to be a blog about what I’m doing now as well as all the other stuff, so I should at least try.

Leaving Mainland Europe

Ferry from Cadiz to Arrecife, Lanzarote, 14-15th Jan 2020 Well, here we go! (No, here I go) I have said goodbye to the last familiar faces I will see for who knows how long… I don’t know when I will next set foot on mainland Europe – what a strange feeling. This is where theContinue reading “Leaving Mainland Europe”

Joy is not made to be a crumb

The first weekend that I walked the South West Coast Path in Jan 2019, the poet Mary Oliver had just died, and my social media feed was full of snatches of poetry and sayings of hers. If you haven’t heard of her before, you might recognise the oft-quoted “tell me, what is it you planContinue reading “Joy is not made to be a crumb”

On travelling slowly

The first significant leg of my journey has been from the UK, through France by coach and train, and then slowly through Spain with my friend Ben in his van (and home), Jemima. Now I am sitting on a ferry from Cadiz to Lanzarote, a journey of 31 hours, with very limited on board entertainmentContinue reading “On travelling slowly”

Inspiration – Mary Oliver

I read this in my small book of Mary Oliver poetry soon after visiting a boat for sale in Cornwall, seriously considering buying it despite never having sailed. IF I WANTED A BOAT I would want a boat, if I wanted a boat, that bounded hard on the waves, that didn’t know starboard from portContinue reading “Inspiration – Mary Oliver”

Inspiration – Kahlil Gibran

In the midst of my reflections on house buying, weighing the security of a comfortable home with the financial stability and trappings it would require, I read Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet, and specifically the part on houses. The whole passage encouraged me as I turned away from bricks and mortgages, but one line stuck withContinue reading “Inspiration – Kahlil Gibran”

How did I get here – reflections on houses

In March 2014, feeling a little lost in between jobs and in the aftermath of heart wrenching turmoil, I walked up the coast of southwest Portugal along the Fisherman’s Trail section of the Rota Vicentina, with my brother Alec. It was the first time we had spent time together since we were teenagers (something ofContinue reading “How did I get here – reflections on houses”