Mike Sullivan, the day after the author's wedding, on one of his many deep dives into blackberry bushes to gather fresh berries. He somehow managed to avoid all thorns, while harvesting impressive yeilds

© David Schmidt Some thoughts on an improbable journey
My friend Mike Sullivan wasn't a sailor. But if he was, I suspect he would have been a lot like Bernard Moistessier, forsaking racecourse glory to save his soul in the Southern Ocean.