Night in Seattle.

Cities are a totally different beast at night. Different views, different people, different atmosphere; the character of a place can be reversed, improved, ruined, you name it. Pike Place Market in Seattle is particularly susceptive to this. During the day it is a whirlwind of activity, people, vehicles, and noise. A busy and bustling place, but can…

A ferry ride through mountains.

What to do with an impromptu seven days in Seattle. A lot of walking is the answer to that. I’m a rubbish tourist, and hate going anywhere with large crowds of people (which can pretty much shot any ideas of ideas of visiting ‘main attractions’ in the foot), but I do love wondering around a…

Hello Seattle, goodbye plan.

Plans… Who’d have em. Tuesday: Wake up in the sunny, lovely surroundings of Denmark. Just another day imposing on the the gracious hospitality of the Powys family. Might take the dogs for a walk, potter around, do some reading, take some photos, go for a sail even. Could do this all year (or until Courtney throws…

Sunrise at Mount Hallowell

Following the success of my sunset hike earlier in the week, I determined to make it back up for a sunrise at least once before I left Denmark. Court’s face was quite amusing when I said this to him, as in the three weeks I’d staying with him, he was yet to see me wake up before…

Sunset at Mount Hallowell

I only meant to spend a few days in Denmark, but the company of Mr Courtney Powys and his lovely family, and the fact it may well be the best place in the world, meant I ended up there for nearly a month. Thanks again to Court and Rae for letting me take over your…

Forests and fires

An uncomfortable night in my little ‘shelter’ complete, it was time to make it to Denmark. Big day, lots of Ks, lots of forest, and an interesting interaction with some locals…

Sand and stars

Back on the road, it was time to tear up some tarmac through the expansive and endless forests of WA, and eat some more red dust.

Dylan meets sand

As a man that likes to favour the scenic route, motorbiking down highways wasn’t of great appeal to me, so after spending some time pouring over maps, I had selected a route down the coast towards Cape Leeuwin that took in the smaller roads on my maps. This would take me through national parks, forests, beaches, and…

South from Perth

Obviously, I set off late. Always do. Timekeeping is just not a thing I hold enough commitment to. I hate being late, but am still working on the part of my brain that allows me to rationalise and organise my life in the preceding hours that lead to me actually being late. 

Introducing Dylan.

The plan had always been to pick up a second hand bike when getting to Australia, and finding the perfect bike had been top of my agenda. The small matter of Helen and Mike’s wedding would not get in my way, and within 5 days, undoubtedly boring anyone unfortunate enough to be around for long…

Ocean portraits

When collating my photographs after my year of Clipper (no mean feat), I realised that I had unintentionally accrued a collection of photos that I felt quite well expressed life at sea. It should be said, however, when things were going really badly, there wasn’t usually time to be getting the camera out, so that…

Wilson Inlet – Solo spinnakers

Third time out, light airs, another gorgeous day. I wasn’t the only one to have thought it was a great day to go sailing, and another small catamaran was slowly coming downwind under mainsail as I tacked upwind close to them in order to say hi. We agreed that it was a cracking day for…

Wilson Inlet – My first solo sail

Sailing with Court was fun, but he only went and got himself gainful employment for a few weeks, which left me to play with his boat on my own. While it doesn’t really count as ‘solo sailing’, I did go sail his boat by myself. It’s only little, so perfectly manageable as one person, but you…

Wilson Inlet – A small sailing adventure

Wilson Inlet is wonderful bit of water in Denmark, South West Australia. A slice of paradise, neatly nestled in the corner of the WA wine region. I recently had the pleasure of staying with my good friend Mr Courtney Powys and his lovely family for a few weeks, and among being part of Denmark life and…

The Powys lads

Charlie and George have got character, in abundance. I spent a few weeks in the pleasurable company of these two. They took me for walks, led me to explore new places, and we made new friends together. I left the eating sand to them, but just about everything else we shared as an experience. While…

Clipper RTW – Leg 8: Across the pond, around the top

The final stretch now ahead of us, we started out of New York in the company of people even crazier than us. As we motored out of the main channel we passed two Brits setting out on their attempt to row from NY back the UK. It was an impressive sight to see them in…

Clipper RTW – Leg 7: Coast to Coast, Part 3

So Jamaica was fun. Riding round in route taxis, generally causing trouble with Mike Carter, ending up getting shot full of antibiotics by Dr Dan, and a good day spent rafting down a river.

Clipper RTW – Leg 7: Coast to Coast, Part 2

The Panama Canal. An incredible feat of engineering, best appreciated from mid-way through, or space. For me, while the physical task of carrying out such a project is remarkable in itself, I find the most impressive bit the concept of joining two oceans of differing heights together, by cutting a path through an entire country. Truly trailblazing…

Clipper RTW – Leg 7: Coast to Coast, Part 1

San Fran to Panama. Roll on some of the best spinnaker sailing of the year. Take a left out of SF, chuck up a spinnaker, keep on going until the wind dies out. So we did. Initially all togged up as it was still a tad cold, the sailing was great, and lots of smiling…

Clipper RTW – Leg 6: Stitches and spinnakers

Qingdao to San Francisco was going to be a long one, and probably a fairly grey and miserable existence for a while. We started off our 6500nm trip with a small crew of 12. Considering Lindsay still had cracked ribs and I already had stitches, it was never going to be easy.