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I was sad leaving Ernesto Hemingway Marina in Havana. Lovely Peter, who had watched our mooring lines over the cyclone season, arrived with armloads of fresh vegetables to help me cast off. He had tears…
I was sad leaving Ernesto Hemingway Marina in Havana. Lovely Peter, who had watched our mooring lines over the cyclone season, arrived with armloads of fresh vegetables to help me cast off. He had tears…
Sailing in fog has been a new experience. In Maine they call it dungeon fog when you can’t see the front of the boat. Like flying on instruments, you have all sorts of odd sensations…
We are now heading north along the west coast of Newfoundland. After bloating ourselves on mooseburger, fried cod tongue and other Newfoundland delicacies at Woody Point in Bonne Bay, we motored out into the mist.…
In no particular order, here follow some images of this wonderful island. They are as yet unlabelled, but I will add captions in due course.
Battle Harbour is on the north side of the Straits of Belle Isle. Our first approach to this snug little tickle was in fading light. Not the easiest approach, although once done, it seems straightforward…
For most of this short summer Tainui has been exploring the mid-Labrador coast. David and Ian joined me in Nova Scotia and brought culinary skills and extended bar room hours long forgotten on poor old…