In which Lucy describes sailing with a very short-sighted skipper I had noticed that there had been much squinting at the chart plotter, and now he tells me... I sometimes wonder whether the blonde slim affair of the Skipper’s fifty-something dreams would be seen dead on his boat. Let alone hanging off the bow in [...]
By Lucy L Ford For Christmas, the skipper gave me a voluminous pair of bright yellow, waterproof dungarees. A perfect match for the bright yellow, ill-fitting wellingtons purchased the year before. Whilst I might admit to domestic proportions that are more ample than are convenient for the skipper’s middle-aged fantasies – these would have fitted [...]
The skipper took his first mistress in 1992. She was not the blonde, slim thing that I had been expecting. In fact, when I first saw her, I thought she was sagging a bit round the axils; she was defiantly broad in the beam. He however was clearly besotted and disappeared down her hatch to [...]
We have some great writers on Classic Sailor. And here is a great piece, from Lucy L Ford, on the pitfalls of going ashore in the dinghy: The ‘dinghy experience’ for the ungainly housewife has never quite been welcomed as the opportunity for ‘challenge and adventure’, that it should have been. On the contrary, it [...]
