Flotsam and jetsam
Sam Llewellyn writes nautical thrillers, edits The Marine Quarterly, and is perpetually patching up a 30ft ketch: samllewellyn.com
The tomatoes were waltzing up their bamboos by the wheelhouse windows. Beyond them was a vista of steep shores, to port the mountains of Jura, to starboard the hills of Scarba. Between them a broad black stretch of water was wringing its hands. ‘Sea eagle’s nest,’ said
