Sam Llewellyn writes nautical thrillers, edits The Marine Quarterly, and is perpetually patching up a 30ft ketch: samllewellyn.com
The sun is up and the breeze is fair, and we are heading for the water again, the struggles of No they aren’t. The events underlying Marcel Proust’s horrifyingly long novel came back to him when he tasted a sort of French bun soaked in tea. Now, a whiff of diesel takes me back to the battles of the winter.
