While I was busy doing strengthening exercises and learning to walk again after my rather serious regatta accident, Karima was sitting in her marina berth, exactly as I’d left her three months before, expecting to be back in days.
Graham of the garage had said he’d take a look at her engine, but refuelling was on my urgent list. Philip had emptied the bilges, which was gold-star helpfulness, but we’d had a spell of rain so I wanted to
