Hello sailor

For some, sailing means St. Tropez, the Caribbean and gin and tonics. Yet for the youthful Michael Hutchinson, it meant racing a plywood dinghy on Belfast Lough and avoiding shoals of sewage-eating jellyfish. So, after fifteen years on dry land, following a mutiny by his crewmate, Hutchinson needed the feel of wind in his hair and to drink gin and tonics until he fell over. When he re-entered the world of boats, looking for ever better ways to ge...