Taking on the oceans again, and solo
The gym's open again, albeit to strange hours, but at least it allows me to get active and to get fit – back into training, in other words - for my plan to sail alone around our globe via Cape Horn a second time.
A very, very different 21st birthday party
Twenty-first birthday parties are usually about handing the birthday boy the key to the door. I attended one today that was quite the opposite in just about every way.
August our 'Summer' ain't
Gloomy old Britain and monsoonish London aren't exactly presenting the Augusts we've been used to.
Oh, we tongue-tried tongue-tied Brits
If I could have my time over again – how many times do we hear people say that – but if I could, being able to speak many languages would be near the top of the wish list.