The confessional

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

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PART 4

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Rekindling lost wonder and becoming a sailor again – due to necessity

Sharing your boating thoughts and opinions