We Have Arrived – Marina, Croatia at Last!
After weeks of planning, packing (and repacking), checking lists, losing lists, and wondering if I really needed that many cables… we have finally arrived in Marina, Croatia.
And what a place to arrive.
First Impressions
Warm air. Blue skies. Palm trees.
Already, this feels very different from launching a dinghy on the slightly brown (but much-loved) River Thames.
We’re based near Trogir, a stunning little town that looks like it’s been lifted straight out of a history book and gently placed into the Adriatic. Narrow streets, ancient stone buildings, and boats everywhere.
And not just any boats…
Proper yachts. The kind where everything is shiny, neatly coiled, and far more complicated than anything I’ve been pretending to sail up to now.
The Reality Check
Of course, arriving is one thing.
Actually sailing for a week as “Competent Crew”… that’s something else entirely.
Some early observations:
- There are more ropes (sorry… lines) than I remember.
- Everything is bigger.
- Everything is more expensive.
- And everything matters just a little bit more when you’re not five metres from the bank.
Rosamund is already spotting photographic opportunities every few seconds, which is promising.
I, on the other hand, am wondering how long it will take before I call port “left” in front of everyone.
The Mission Begins
Tomorrow we meet the crew, the instructor, and—most importantly—the boat.
Somewhere out there is a 47-foot yacht waiting patiently…
Probably unaware of what’s about to happen.
What Could Possibly Go Wrong?
- First attempt at stepping aboard gracefully
- Forgetting how to tie a bowline
- Dropping something important into the sea
- Calling the boom “that big swinging thing”
But that’s all part of the adventure—and exactly why we’re here.


