A French Kiss on the Bay of Biscay

Three days, three nights, three hundred and fifty miles, what could go wrong? In my early years of cruising, it what seems like just yesteryear, oh wait, it was just last year, I started out every overnight passage thinking nothing would go wrong. No muss, no fuss, no drama. In spite of the fact thatContinue reading “A French Kiss on the Bay of Biscay”