Where was Hornblower when we needed him?

Lying in bed this morning we debated for five minutes whether we were listening to heavy dew or light rain dripping on the decks. It was still dark, but the only thing I could see through the hatch above us was the anchor light at the top of our mast. Where were the stars? Turns Continue reading


Birds of a feather

Age is no barrier to being obsessed with the joy of flying and at this week’s Australia Women Pilot’s Association conference I’ve met some remarkable women both old and young who love being airborne. (And what a bonus, being able to talk aviation for days with a bunch of women! Gold!) Some of the most memorable Continue reading