English justice goes wonky yet again
sent to 17 people and yet the one uniformed woman is prosecuted.
Pretty weird, you might think, very strange indeed. And the
high-ranking police officer is tried, if the justice term could be used, at
just about the most expensive venue in Britain, the Old Bailey.
And humans being humans, we could be forgiven for wondering
about part of the story that is kept hidden.
Only that’s not my reaction for I know from personal
experience that English justice – the envy of the world – can be mighty devious
indeed.
Swallowing-the-anchor
I sailed a very long swallowing-the-anchor voyage at the
conclusion of my international yachting career.
I crossed the Atlantic, from west to east. Near the
Caribbean, a tropical revolving storm approached and I took refuge in St Lucia
island.
Although in my nautical work I knew well the ways of
Customs, I had never endured such a grilling and searching that those
ill-mannered, utterly unpleasant people subjected me to.
Eventually, they admitted not a sign of any drugs existed,
and I was released. I sailed towards home, England.
I returned to Britain in August to look after my then
nine-year-old daughter for her school holidays. I was ambushed – we were
ambushed.
In the Bay of Biscay, the mainsail tore, leaving me no
option but to turn away and sail south.
As my book Sailing to Purgatory tells, the sail was
repaired in Madeira. Too late in the season now to try to reach Britain, I
sailed solo south, down through the Trades and the Doldrums and through the
Roaring Forties to the Cape.
We were ambushed
I returned to Britain in August to look after my then
nine-year-old daughter for her school holidays. I was ambushed – we were
ambushed. …. Continues
on the blogs for my ocean adventuring book, Sailing to Purgatory, at
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