I was squeezed into the car we’d christened ‘Electric Furious’ (because it made noises like a dying electric car and didn’t have the power to get us up hills) with my three Spanish housemates (‘mes Espagnols’) and an American; windows down because there was no air-con and the same five reggaeton tunes on a loop […]
We were at Carnival in Fort-de-France, Martinique, and it was Mardi Gras: the wildest and most sexually charged night of the holiday week. Everyone was appropriately dressed up in face paint and the obligatory red and black iterations of their lingerie. Night had fallen and suddenly the cheerful light-hearted phalluses of the parade seemed a […]
A little while ago I met some fabulous people who lived on a sailing boat somewhat bigger and better equipped than my own (understatement of the century). They were shocked that I cruised without basic things like a fridge or shelter in the cockpit. They sent me this great article from Yachting World, where seasoned […]
What it’s like buying a boat for the first time Introducing Anne Bonny When I was a teenager dreaming of having a boat (a standard daydream), I felt like Anne Bonny would be a super cool name to choose because she was one of the few famous female Caribbean pirates, and ‘Mary Read’ just didn’t […]
I told my sister I was writing a blog, and very supportively she said ‘that’s fantastic, I’m sure you’d be good at that’. Then she wrinkled her brow when I said it was more of a memoire type narrative. ‘That’s not really what a blog is any more’, she said kindly. ‘They’re supposed to be […]
Image credit: BBC Part 1: Devil’s End My mother grew up in a village called Devil’s End. OK, in reality it was Aldbourne, a quintessential chocolate box in Wiltshire, but they filmed a series of Doctor Who outside her house in the 70s and for a while this was the main thing I associated with […]
I was squeezed into the car we’d christened ‘Electric Furious’ (because it made noises like a dying electric car and didn’t have the power to get us up hills) with my three Spanish housemates (‘mes Espagnols’) and an American; windows down because there was no air-con and the same five reggaeton tunes on a loop […]
We were at Carnival in Fort-de-France, Martinique, and it was Mardi Gras: the wildest and most sexually charged night of the holiday week. Everyone was appropriately dressed up in face paint and the obligatory red and black iterations of their lingerie. Night had fallen and suddenly the cheerful light-hearted phalluses of the parade seemed a […]
