Ronnie Simpson moved like a cat: low to the deck, on the balls of his feet, nimble and quick, eyes darting everywhere, each step anticipating the next. I've sailed with him on a couple of occasions, ...

High above the River Dee, my heart lodges somewhere in my throat as the land simply … stops. To my right, walkers keep pace with us on the towpath but to my left, there’s nothing but a 38m drop to the ...