Twins: Ten Thousand Letters To My Children

Waking in Mgarr Town Marina there seemed little rush to leave. Children change the character of a sailing holiday. They do not tolerate the early starts, long passages and late-night drinking that usually forms the liver-bruising itinerary of a week at sea. Meals become orderly affairs with three courses, cutlery and a selection of most major food groups; the sailing ceases to be an endurance sport and the night-life takes on more sedate character. Gone are the raucous small hours during which the pinnacle of entertainment is measured by how many hysterical adults can squeeze into a coin operated children’s ride. Our destination was a stone’s throw away and there was time for some exploring. Mgarr town extended up a steep incline topped by several churches whose spires poked tantalisingly over the crest of the hill. Mgarr Cathedral - Might be Arundel though... The harbourside was a tumbledown collection of dilapidated working structures, marked out by peeling pa...