We are sailing down the coast at night and the moon is high in the sky, creating a moon path that trails behind us. The spinnaker flaps and collapses, curling into itself then snaps full again like a sleepy soldier coming to attention. The land is a dark shadow and the stars dimmed by the bright full moon.
I want to capture the moment in my mind; the rushing sound the water makes as it flows beneath the boat, the movement of the boat as we surf down the waves,and the bright whiteness of the sea foam in the moonlight. It is one of life’s perfect moments which are so fleeting but always recalled many years distant.