Sailing a wee yacht off the west coast of Scotland in darkness, no lights anywhere to be seen just the most amazing sky full of stars overhead.
Meteors, the occasional satellite and a dull glow from the binnacle to give me a course. The rest of the crew below so just me at the helm beer in one hand tiller on the other.
Three hours later arriving at our destination, finding a mooring and taking the tender ashore for a pint or two. Life doesn't get much better than that.
And another week of the same racing during the day partying at night.
Meteors, the occasional satellite and a dull glow from the binnacle to give me a course. The rest of the crew below so just me at the helm beer in one hand tiller on the other.
Three hours later arriving at our destination, finding a mooring and taking the tender ashore for a pint or two. Life doesn't get much better than that.
And another week of the same racing during the day partying at night.
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