On Saturday June 16th I hit a milestone as a sailor; the seas welcomed me into a long line of mariners as I crossed a blessed rite of passage. What was this blessing, you ask? I ran aground.
Did I run aground whilst racing? No. Did I run aground while trying to reach my destination before an incoming storm? Nu-uh. Did I run aground in an attempt to try to rescue another ship at sea? Nope. How did I find my beautiful boat tipping, then? Ineptitude! Continue reading