It was a rigorous journey, one that we will remember. Waves as high as mighty oak trees, our bow endured… Cold winds ravaged, our men relentlessly sailed, some even reluctantly turned to near isles for protection. When the sextant broke during a storm, seagulls started calling up in the skies as our guides. And we’re ...

Fast track to August 2006. I visit my mum and friends in Australia, one of my dearest being Ross, an old mate from my uni days. I ask him to come over and as he is and always has been a prolific songwriter and great musician, I ask him to bring his guitar and sing ...