uch like land, container ships and icebergs, communication is best avoided at sea, which is why, to avoid the misunderstandings that so often arise from people attempting to communicate with me, I mostly sail alone. And so far, I’ve never hit an iceberg. But even then it’s not plain sailing as I have at least three niggling, undermining little inner voices that all contradict one another: leave now, wait for the ebb, stay put and slap another coat of anti-fouling on. They are, however, unanimous in one thing: basically that I’m
