Tintin treks north

Sometime has elapsed now for me to write about my good friend Clive Anderson’s last fight with life. It has been a bit raw to write before. He bought his secondhand 43-foot yacht from another Scotsman at Moody’s at the top of the Hamble then asked me if I would help to sail her back to Scotland, starting at the beginning of March from the Hamble. At the time he was already fighting for his life, having been diagnosed with cancer but he opted to seize the day and carry on cruising.

Our early legs were great, making many quick miles, due to a named storm blowing through just before we left. Heading east from the Solent, we were lucky to have on board Lisa: she is a very fine crew but could only do the first leg.

Clive needed treatment for his cancer every two weeks, which meant we did quite a few miles in hire cars, scooting from north