Written for all those who love to explore in small boats. It is a book that aims to enthrall anyone who is entranced by the peace and solitude of the creeks at night and the moan of the sea on the sands
Normally, I'm the sort of person who falls for this salty nonsense. Maurice Griffiths wrote tellingly about bashing through the waves in a boat that was somewhat too small for coastal sailing and almost killing himself several times. Blah, blah, blah. The swatchways are enticing because they are sheltered from all that, I thought.
Nevertheless.
It is a classic piece of yachty literature, and a palliative for those who think one needs to travel the entire world and all its oceans to have said of oneself that one has sailed.
You can get in a lot of trouble right close to home, and Griffiths talks about a bunch of different ways you might do it. Most of them involve poor weather forecasting, train schedules, no engine and bad charting--problems I might have, but which, in others, I'd declare to be unforgivably bad seamanship. Especially the train schedules.
Actually, it's been years since I read this, so I might be thinking of another book.
I love this book so much that I sipped it, a few paragraphs at a time, over many months, dragging out the time over which I was able to savor the experience. I've shared the book with friends who have a significant interest in sailing, most significantly with a brother, who has no interest at all, personally, in "the swatchways," the skinny waters that are so special to Griffiths, but who fell under the spell of the book in much the way that I did. I cannot recommend a book more highly than I recommend this book to you!