Log – 24th May to 25th May 2017 After one last hearty homemade dinner on the Helford River, we were ready to leave the mainland and set sail for the Isles of Scilly. We filled the water tank with fresh water, got our sleeping bags out and prepared Kittiwake for our first night passage. Around
Log – 21st May to 24th May 2017 Over the past week we had various visitors on Kittiwake. First, my parents (Elena’s) came all the way from Italy to check out our boat and make sure we could, in fact, sail. They stayed for four days and spoiled us with presents and meals out. In return,
Log – 6 May to 12 May, 2017 After the first stormy, sleepless night on Kittiwake, we were ready for a hearty meal and a good rest. But the weather gods had different plans. Rather than dying down, the winds built. And built. By evening, the weather station at the nearby Navy base, Cudrose, was
Log – 2 May to 5 May, 2017 The morning of the second of May dawned misty and atmospheric. We knew the forecast was for the sun to burn off the fog, but felt a little nervous that it would linger, and we’d have to postpone the little sailing adventure we were so excited about.
Log – 28 April to 1 May, 2017 We’re three days into our adventure. Actually, to call it an adventure is to undersell it a bit. We’ve completely changed our lives. On Friday we stuffed our trusty car to the gunwales, and made the last journey down to Falmouth from Manchester. We couldn’t fit another
When we first started discussing the idea of changing our lifestyle, we weren’t set on sailing at all. Initially, we thought of moving to Elena’s home country of Italy and getting a tiny farm in the hills. We’d grow our own food in the sunshine, spend most of our time outdoors, and live a sustainable
I was born in a small village at the bottom of a valley near Bergamo, Italy. My family’s house isn’t far from the Alps – the Orobie are just a half an hour drive away. So I grew up hiking in the summer and skiing in the winter, but all I could think of was the
I’ve been aware of sailing for a long time. When I was a kid, probably around 12, I was obsessed with boats. It was one of my many passing obsessions. At the time, I was a member of the local sea cadets in Medway (Kent, UK), so I learnt about knots, went out in rowing boats