Author Archives: Piers Barnes-Sherwood
Messages from space
I’m pleased to report that my celebrations of out-smarting the weather far exceeded all expectations and finally ended some time yesterday morning (Sunday). After a brief recovery period I decided to get cracking with some more mundane matters, namely the … Continue reading
Piers 1, Weather 0
Determined not to be caught out by the weather again I concocted a cunning plan today. The morning dawned bright and sunny so I got to the boat early and tinkered with the liferaft cradle half-heartedly until about 10.30 by … Continue reading
Buttons galore
In a former life I used to be a computer programmer, and may well be one again before too long, so you’ll have no difficulty in understanding how much I like to press buttons. I like it a lot, even … Continue reading
Hey ho, it’s back to work I go
After my fun-packed (huh!) weekend in Miami I got back to Fort Lauderdale around midday yesterday (Monday), just in time for an extended lunch on the terrace while pondering the tasks lying ahead of me. However I suddenly jumped out … Continue reading
Time for another holiday
Well, I’m sorry but this working-on-the-boat-all-day lark has been getting just a tad tedious, and the weather hasn’t helped matters. Apparently we’ve been hit by the first tropical storm of the season, charmingly known as Arlene, which explains why it’s … Continue reading
Glass cockpit
After two days of dismantling what seemed like the entire interior of the boat and getting tangled up in miles and miles of multi-coloured wire I finally seem to have got the new instruments installed in the cockpit. My first … Continue reading
Tuns of wine
I had a little history lesson today. It all started when I suddenly realised that I ought to do something about registering Odyssey somewhere, otherwise I’d be a flagless and thereby lawless fugitive on the high seas, destined to spend … Continue reading
Spanky’s feeling crabby today
I got home at about 7.30 this evening afer a hard day at work and as I passed the open door to Spanky’s apartment I could see him inside, so I stopped to say hello. Spanky is the manager here, … Continue reading
Falling down again
Well, I’ve been and gone and done it again. When will I learn? My head hurts so much today there’s only one cure, and that’s to go straight to the Voodoo Lounge without further delay to top up the dwindling … Continue reading
Drowned frogs
Well, we’re now officially into the hurricane season and I haven’t seen the sun since Monday. The sky alternates between gloomy grey and menacing black, assuming you can see the sky at all which isn’t by any means guaranteed when … Continue reading