How the autopilot broke. I don’t realise how much I love fishing until I hear the reel whizzing and feel my body go into an instantaneous physiological spasm. Senses are heightened and my field of vision narrows with panic, the edges penumbra-like and dark. Heart rate quickens, blood rushes to areas where its not required and often an unintentional vociferation … Continue reading The Pacific Crossing: Give him an inch and he’ll take 3000 nautical miles