At the end of every sailing season I always make myself a promise, and every year for as long as I can remember I break it. The promise is that this coming winter I will go sailing. I always deeply regret when another sailing year is coming to an end. I don't want to let go; let the magic continue, let's not be slaves to the relentless turning of the pages of the calendar. The winter months can throw up some splendid crystal clear
Paul Heiney
Jan 26, 2024
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