#AOTW | #EugèneBoudin was born in Honfleur in 1824. As the son of a harbor captain, Boudin would accompany his father as the cabin boy for a steamboat ferry between Le Havre and his hometown. It only seems natural he would go on to capture the majesty of the sea so exquisitely. Featured here, a detail from “Environs de Trouville” sold at Freeman’s for $87,500.
We couldn't stay away from boats for that long. Headed down to Portsmouth the other day to take a trip back in time. Just so happened that the world of Charles Dickens had shown up to celebrate Christmas too!
Made me very glad of watermakers and flushing toilets. @tom_hyland_ on the other hand became more convinced that he would have been a captain regardless, but decided he had more affinity with Pirates.
Well worth a day trip! The Mary Rose exhibition is the highlight. I've been twice and still find it fascinating!
If you’ve read “Not Afraid of the Fall” or heard me speak about my favorite places to travel, you are very familiar with Croatia. This country holds a special place in my heart for a variety of reasons. I fell in love with both traveling and writing on this rocky coast resting along the Adriatic Sea. Croatia is the first place that truly brought out the creative side of my soul. A side of me that lay dormant for years. The backdrop of sailboats resting peacefully in bays and the picturesque sunsets that capped off each day of adventure inspired me to spill my thoughts and feelings onto paper. Whether I was speeding along the single plateau road on the island of Mljet chasing sunsets, or circling the island of Kolocep in my kayak in search of secret blue caves and towering cliffs to leap off of, I felt a sudden burst of energy like a six-year old ready to explore a new playground. If you have ever been to Italy's neighbor across the sea, you know exactly what I am talking about and if you've not been...let me be the one that convinces you to go. I will be heading back there in due time - I'll meet ya there and show you the ropes 😉
Tearing it down the southeast coast of Spain, tacking upwind near Garrucha.
This sunset resulted in my first ever night sail. Not only does sailing take you to new places you’ve never been before, but it also presents you with new experiences you may have never experienced before...and on many occasions gives you the opportunity to push your own limits a bit. Following a long day gunning down the coast, I set my sights to anchor down near Garrucha for the night, then continue on the next day. However due to the weather, the anchorage didn’t seem good at all, so I had to make a decision to go backwards or continue on. The only problem with the sun setting and night falling, is I’d never sailed at night before. But my attitude was, well I’ve got to learn sometime, and I guess that time is now. Slightly nervous about what I was in for, I continued on. Knowing visibility would be minimal I steered Roamer a few miles further off shore to lessen the risk of going into contact with other smaller boats but not as far as the shipping lanes. It turned into an amazing experience, not to mention having an altercation with a kamakazi flying fish that by sheer fluke flew straight into my head giving quite a fright. But I loved it and found quite a love for night sailing altogether, to the extent now that I dont bat an eyelid to it aswell as really enjoy doing it whenever it deems possible. I can imagine its not for everyone, but there’s just something about being alone on the ocean in the pitch darkness at night that I absolutely love. 😎🙌🏻⛵️
When you’re in a beautiful cove and a bug hits you in the mouth. 😂😂