Disappearing Into the Task

Disappearing Into the Task

Sailing, pull up the main, third reef, coming about, pull in the head sail. Immediately my legs are braced, hands to the winch handle and I’m swinging it around, steady, engaging my whole body down to my toes, clutching at the floorboards. tummy muscles clenched,...
The Pull of the Internal Tides

The Pull of the Internal Tides

I sometimes wonder what it is about sailing that pulls me back, again and again into the discomfort of clambering over life lines, stewing around in a poky galley, tossing through the night in an uncomfortable roll, hours and hours lost in the froth that rushes past....
Good Fortune rather than Good Work

Good Fortune rather than Good Work

Some would probably say Grant’s first million Euros was good fortune rather than good work. True, he did win the bulk of it through a lottery, but Grant had created his own pattern-recognition system. After a few minor wins while he adjusted his process, he won €2,000...