I'm late with this post today. I wanted to find some photos of the experiences that informed the passage-making sections of the book, so I've ended up gazing at our boat, Foxglove, like you might a dead sister. I discover that I feel loss of her as greatly as the day we sold her. I'll be upbeat in my public posts but for you, my small band of supporters, the truth. Of course, I wouldn't be here now if we had continued round the world and I truly wouldn't do anything differently. Still. Here's a photo of me on the deck, anchored off Ibiza ten years ago. Happy days.
