A Postcard from Antigua: The Final Stretch
The sun is beginning to set on what has been an amazing experience. Since arriving in the Caribbean on November 13th , I’ve traded the British winter for the relentless sun, salt, and scenery of the islands. While I’m not quite ready to pack my kit bags just yet— I’ll be here until the end of March —the reality of my return to the UK on April 1st is finally starting to peek over the horizon. After more than four months on the water, I’ve realised the ocean has a funny way of making you feel both very small and very alive. Dancing with the Swell Today was a vivid reminder of exactly who is in charge out here: Mother Nature. We spent the afternoon sailing through some of the most formidable conditions we’ve encountered this entire season. On leaving Falmouth en route to Jolly harbour we were met with massive, rolling waves and a wind that felt like it had a personal vendetta. It was exhilarating, salt-sprayed, and more than a little bumpy. However, I counted my lucky stars for one speci...
