The morning came too soon. Continue reading

The next morning on Malin was beautiful. Tucking into freshly made bread and honey, I sat in the cockpit contentedly with a cup of tea. “I’ve never had bread with honey,” I admitted. Shock passed over Edouard’s face. “You have… Continue reading

It’s the morning after the night before. I wake up to find myself wrapped in warm arms and I smile. Continue reading

There have been many ways I have thought about starting this sentence. I’ve started in so many ways and in different places, scenarios, maybe at the start- maybe at the end. But I had always had in my mind to… Continue reading

We’ve been in St Helena now for two weeks. It’s been a wonderful time with a lot of amazing adventures. We’ve even made some friends. On Friday, Lisa our Austrian managed to do a DJ session at the radio station.… Continue reading

It’s 3am and my watch isn’t for another hour. But there’s a commotion on Delos and I’m grumbling to myself why people can’t be quieter. Don’t they know I’m sleeping? I then realise that there’s only one reason why the… Continue reading

I creep through the darkness, swaying with the motion of the boat as I attempt to head silently to the snack cupboard. It’s 3am, everyone is asleep and I.am.hungry. I open the cupboard and rub my hands in glee. I… Continue reading

It’s day 6 aboard Delos on our passage to St Helena. I’m getting more and more excited by the day. I don’t know whether it’s because the currency is English, the history, or the fact that a bunch of British… Continue reading

The crew is rushing around Delos with anticipation rife in the air. The reason? We leave today. We’re securing everything down in sight, putting things away and searching for anything that could fall, break or roll. Continue reading