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We sold the house.
Kept the dog.
Ran away to sea.
One retired Navy Commander (real pilot), one former broker (flying-lawn-mower pilot), one dog with more sense than both of us — currently somewhere between a bad decision and a very good story. Get the version that doesn't fit in a YouTube description.
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9,000+
nautical miles behind us
14+
countries (Wales counts, quietly)
1
dog, several ruined carpets
Many
regrets, confessed in writing (that's the whole point)
Somewhere around the Atlantic crossing, this stopped being a boat blog and started being a book. If you'd like a seat for the rest of the voyage — the passages that go wrong at 2am, the marriages that survive them anyway, and the dog who's handling this better than either of us — the newsletter is where it's actually happening.
"The boat spent nineteen hours climbing each wave, cresting, and then flinging itself down the other side, as if trying to punish us for our bad weather planning." — from "England, My England"
- 01 A new dispatch most weeks — long-form, funnier than the video captions allow.
- 02 The story in order — each entry picks up right where the last one left the ocean.
- 03 First look at the book as it takes shape, straight from the people writing it.
- 04 This isn't a sales pitch dressed up as a newsletter — it's the real, unpolished story, mistakes included. Just Ken, Kirsten, Gypsy, and whatever went wrong this week.
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