THE BLISS OF IGNORANCE
Have you noticed how the assumption of total communication has crept up on us, even far out at sea? The young, of course, have never known anything else, but those of us who went voyaging years or more ago live in a different world to the one in which we started. For anyone with a modern yacht on a well-organised ARC transat trip, any secret hankering after the simpler joys of an earlier age is of no value. Many would consign them to the bin of useless nostalgia, but we classic boat operators ignore the question at our peril.
It’s all very well being able to download weather maps and email Grandmother from halfway across the pond, but it’s not all gains. Time was when I felt my worries fall away as I slipped my dock
