With a heavy heart we left Tijax and started the trip North for the last time. the challenges started even before we left the river and the dinghy engine died.

The last couple of weeks before we head south for the winter is always a helter skelter ride of checklists, final spares orders, paperwork, jabs and final visits. This year has an added frisson however, its the last time we will do this

At the end of last season we made a decision that has been weighing heavily - we felt compelled to sell Seminole Wind and it felt like a betrayal.

Absolute power corrupts absolutely so when you give a little grumpy little officia some power they love to excercise it.

For the past week we have had Art and Sharon David, our good friends from Naples Florida sailing with us and it has been a blast.

How did that happen? But there’s still half left the season left and a lot to look forward to.

Graham’s Place holds a very special place in our hearts. it is what we signed uo for when we first went cruising, a home away from home, a place we can’t think about without smiling, our Happy Place.

The time reflect on the year that has past and plan new adventures for the year to come, but most of all to sit back and count my blessings.

I found this in my file of old blogs and it reminded me of a very strong time in all our lives.. Written Thursday 7th May 2020 – Key Largo Florida at the start of lockdown.

Around 25% of sea life lives on. or around Coral reefs. They are perhaps the most beautiful and almost certainly the most diverse places on our planet. And they are dying.

Each of the three main Honduran Bay Islands have a distinctive feel but this sleepy one came alive this weekend.

I’m writing this at sea halfway through a 100 nautical mile passage simply because I can.

Communication is a constant challenge at sea or at anchor. We’ve got lots of options but each comes at a cost and with restrictions.:

October generally sees the end of the rainy season but this year nobody told the Central American weather gods.

There’s always a sense of anticipation when the ‘fish out of water” that lies immovable on the hard attracting bills like a bear to honey becomes a beautiful, graceful boat again.

The nights were drawing in back home in Anglesey and the heating was back on, a sure sign that it was time to learn from the geese and fly south - or in our case Southwest to Guatemala.

We knew it was bad when the boat slammed hard off a huge wave and the glass flew out of the barometer.

Yesterday we crossed our wake and dropped anchor in Key West after a four year circumnavigation of the eastern and western Caribbean. Along the way we have: