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October 23, 2006 The journey was harsh, and full of menacing obstacles, taking many hours to negotiate. Faint with dehydration and weariness – my only thought was to reach the marina soon. But that’s enough of the M8, let’s talk sailing! Okay, I’m not a real virgin. I lost it to a clinker built sea cadet vessel in a lake near Canterbury some twenty-nine years ago, it was simple, quick, and only happened a few times when I had the opportunity, but it stayed with me all the same. Between then and now I’d done a spot of windsurfing and most recently had an infatuation with kiteboarding, but nothing really moved me. I was at a loose end, approaching forty and….well…having a mid-life crisis. In the wisdom that comes with being of a certain age, one realises that neither a red sports car, or a new Armani suit is going to shift this feeling. I knew I was in search of something more profound. As I gazed through the window and pondered these dark thoughts, I received an email detailing a sailing event. I signed up immediately. Home More General Stories Search News Story Submissions Comments (0)No comments. |
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