This is a picture of a man with just seconds left to live -
In my twenty-five years at "Riverbend", I've been to Shallow Cross-ing countless times but never by boat as my old motor-sailer's mast was too high for Nelligen Bridge, so when Skipper Peter of SY EKAZA asked me this morning to go upriver with him in his inflatable dinghy, I dropped everything and into his dinghy.
We motored upriver with the incoming tide, from the red spot at the bottom of the map which is "Riverbend" to the red spot at the top which is Shallow Crossing, through the most magnificent scenery imaginable.
It was real Heart of Darkness stuff, right down to spotting a Harlequin or two. For a moment I even thought I was dreaming as we passed some-thing called 'Bonnie Doon' but there was no sign of the Kerrigan family.
After several hours on the water during which we talked about books and Fibonacci and palindromic numbers, and made a refuelling stop ...
... and cooled down for a while at Shallow Crossing ...
... it was good to see SY EKAZA and "Riverbend" again.
So after twenty-five years, I finally made it to Shallow Crossing by boat. Better late than never!
"From Cape Wrath to Finisterre", Björn Larsson's musings on life seen from the cockpit and deck of a yacht are a travel book, the journal of a voyage, and a source of inspiration for those who dream of living a different kind of life.
I recommend it highly.
I've just read "The Riddle of the Sands", that truly incomparable spy and sailing novel by Erskine Childers, for the umpteenth time, even though I know it more or less by heart.
It is a remarkable book in many ways, if only because it has stayed in print in one edition or another ever since it was first published in 1903. It seems that the account of the sailing adventures of Carruthers and Davies around the East Frisian Islands constantly finds a new audience.
Settle back then and begin at the beginning: "I have read of men who, when forced by their calling to live for long periods in utter solitude—save for a few black faces—have made it a rule to dress regularly for dinner in order to maintain their self-respect and prevent a relapse into barbarism. It was in some such spirit, with an added touch of self-consciousness, that, at seven o'clock in the evening of September 23 in a recent year, I was making my evening toilet in my chambers in Pall Mall." To continue, click here.
It's a very windy day out there and the 13-metre motor-yacht GRYPHON from Hilo in Hawaii has sought shelter in the Clyde River, right across from "Riverbend".
According to GOOGLE, it is owned by Thomas Carpenter of Laupahoehoe in Hawaii who, with his wife and dog, is making his way up the east coast to Brisbane, from where they will transport their yacht on a Float-On/Float-Off ship to Ensenada in Mexico, thence up the West Coast of the USA to Alaska for the summer.
I've hailed them but so far no response. Once the winds have died down, I shall put on my Nelligen Yacht Club cap and row across to introduce myself as its commodore and only member.
The Club's secretary tabled the following correspondence:
A few years back we met you when we were up the river on our boat Carmelita, a 36' motor cruiser. We had a cup of tea and a nice chat at your place. After corresponding with Jack and Jude Binder, whilst anchored at Batemans Bay, he mentioned you and your website. It was quite a coincidence and highlights how small the world is. Great idea; the Nelligen Yacht Club certainly is exclusive.
Nice to make your acquaintance again and will now keep an eye on your blog.
After some strenuous vetting, it was unanimously decided to admit Brian and Sandra to the membership of the Nelligen Yacht Club, and to reserve two of the club's t-shirts until they are back in the Clyde River when they can pay their respects to the president.
Brian and Sandra, we hereby welcome you to the Nelligen Yacht Club, and wish you fair wind wherever you may sail which should never be too far away from a welcoming yacht club as the Nelligen Yacht Club has reciprocal rights with all other clubs worldwide.
Just tell them that you're from NYC (and don't be put off if they ask you about the World Trade Center).