Rival 32

When the rum bottle falls over

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Harbour rots ships and men – and I had spent long enough in harbour painting the decks, trying to work out why the anchor windlass has a mind of its own… All I want to do is to get going. If I could head for the Channel Islands tomorrow, I’d be off like a shot. … Read more

The Gold Line

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Here’s a picture of my old Rival 32, Largo, in a lock somewhere on the North coast of Brittany, I should imagine. If you look very carefully, you will see the lovely gold line along the rubbing strake. I always thought it looked like solid gold – which it was… well not actually solid gold … Read more