Sibenik, Croatia – An Arrival
It feels like the end of a regatta, as yachts – motoring now – converge on the approach. We all seem to be travelling in an orderly fashion, but you can’t help wanting to keep up, or catch up, or … Continued
Haloed, Hallowed and Sanctified
Silence. What I remember most is the silence. Which is strange, because we were motoring, and normally the constant thrum, thrum, thrum of the engine colours everything. More a vibration than a noise, it resonates within your body as if you … Continued