To promote The Sailing Collective, daughter spent a week shooting a range of editorial content on board one of their ocean adventures in collaboration with At Large Magazine.
I have seen blue suede water and an acid-trip sunset. I have laid in a coffin-width berth and been rocked to sleep by the sea. I have chosen a morning swim before coffee. I’ve felt the force of forty-five-knot winds in open water and fled from looming thunderheads. I have tacked across the Strait of Bonifacio crossing, at some invisible point, a boundary between nations. I have whistled over water so calm, beneath a night sky so silent, I could breathe deeply twice before the echoes faded. I have heard new music, learned new stories, and tasted new foods. I have literally seen purple mountains’ majesty, on Sardinia’s paper tear horizon. I have peed into the wind — once. I have made connections with new friends.