I have now been back at home (in the shed) and growing vegetables longer than I was away. I’ve had plenty of time to ponder my multitude of privileges, very aware that lockdown for me has (on the whole) been a joy; an opportunity to reconnect with the land I grew up in, spend time with my family, and with time and space to reflect and create.
I realised this evening that I’ve been home seven weeks, which is almost as long as I spent on boats between January and March. Hours have turned into days, into weeks and now months. Instead of the thousands of miles I had thought I would be sailing, the dozens of shores I was going toContinue reading “An update from the garden”
I’m sawing through old planks of wood, building compost bays as part of my effort to dig for victory in this battle against food shortages amidst a global pandemic of coronavirus. (What a context…)
It has taken me 3 months to get here, rarely travelling faster than the wind or I could propel myself, yet in less than 12 hours I will be back where I started at my parent’s front door.
What a crazy world we find ourselves in. I arrived here in St Lucia on Saturday morning, having waved goodbye to Gill and John from a small ferry leaving Martinique, to join Al on his 45ft Passport, Ecce Diem, planning to sail north through the islands.