Good Friday was good indeed. At Natal, the shoulder of Brazil, sailing north suddenly becomes a joyous affair. The trades and the west setting current both split there and finally we had them both in…

  A week into our little voyage and I am only now settling down enough to put finger to keyboard. The fortnight before we left Trinidad was a nightmare of newly discovered problems, each of…

We have just left a secluded anchorage on the west coast of Dominican Republic. A jagged limestone shoreline peppered with caves and dripping with rainforest. Reminiscent of Halong Bay. In one cave Lucy was attacked…