A LIFE WELL SAILED
The good times and the bad meld together over the years into a rich tapestry of family sailing
he wails of complaints and a sense that the world was a little awry was the first clue that all was not well. Back in the day we had a 26ft Fairey Atalanta, complete with lifting keels, two small children, a large dog and more enthusiasm than experience. We went with the tide to anchor in Lochranza on Arran, expecting to dry out on the shingle at low tide. After a nightcap we settled into our bunks, confident that with the boat high and dry, nothing would disturb our sleep. We were so wrong. Having dried out on a ledge, the boat was at such an angle that the children had slid into balls of grief in their sleeping bags.
