The confessional

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When I took my first brick-like Magellan GPS receiver out of its box back in the mid-1990s, I was in Wick, NE Scotland. The fog was thick enough to walk on. Filled with a confidence I had never had be

Solo sailor Owen Moorhouse recalls having to make quick contingency plans at night while battling fatigue

As the sailing season gets underway here in Greece, everyone is keen to watch the harbour cinema on display every evening. Flot crews across the Med dust off wing mirrors and re-position fenders, nerv

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