Mariel is travelling again!

Sort of… Actually, not since November, and even then it was (very) short distances over a day or perhaps a weekend, but most importantly, over water rather than solid ground, AND – NEWSFLASH! – on her own boat! Yes, you read that right. More than 18 months since last setting foot on a sailing vesselContinue reading “Mariel is travelling again!”

Memories of moving through Madagascar

Midnight, and I have just turned 22 in the middle of a rice paddy somewhere in Madagascar. Lisa has got her shoe stuck in the mud and, wobbling on one leg, retrieved it looking like a large wet brick. We were all laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of our situation when I checked my watch and realised that it was now my birthday.

Stranded in St Lucia

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.

Snapshots from Crossing the Atlantic

It’s now a week since we arrived here in Martinique. The solitude of the ocean passage seems like a distant memory. Irish John returned home to his farm near Cork only a couple of days after we arrived, and since then we have moved from the quiet anchorage into the busy marina to make the post-crossing repairs and re-provisioning easier.

My Sailing-to-a-Desert-Island Discs

I have long been a fan of Desert Island Discs and have often thought about what my choices would be or how I would actually fare with only eight songs to listen to, so I thought a 3 week crossing of the Atlantic might be a good time to try it…

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.