Swelly Good
Wales is the Narnia of nations. Outwardly tiny but, viewed from within, suddenly an expansive dramatic wilderness where you could lose yourself for years. Its coastline reflects this land of myth and magic, the last stronghold of the Druids.
It is rugged, wild and beautiful, but once you sail north from Fishguard in Pembrokeshire, you will find little reliable shelter for a 43ft (13.1m) yacht like N’Tiana until you reach Anglesey.
Even there, the principal marina in Holyhead had been all but destroyed by Storm Emma a few months before our arrival, leaving few options for those seeking safe haven.
Sailing north across Cardigan Bay towards the Llyn Peninsula, you cross an invisible dividing line. North Wales is where Britain gives up on being the green and pleasant land of soft rolling hills with patchwork quilt fields and rears mountains that loom dark and brooding against the horizon.
After weathering a storm at anchor in Fishguard bay,
