Don’t you just hate headwinds? I’ve had a basket-full this season. I sailed from Southern Denmark up to Stockholm without a good, solid fair wind to my name. It may not be a passage of oceanic proportions, but it’s a long way uphill all the same. Right now, I’m homeward bound, holed up in Karlskrona. This historic naval port is well down the Swedish Baltic coast towards the Danish islands and – guess what – as soon as we headed south and west, the wind demon bared his teeth and it hasn’t shifted from the southwestern quadrant for a month. The 10-day prognosis is no better, so me and my mate Roz are feeling hard done-by. The convivial Germans on the next boat is in a similar frame of mind. So are the Irish who are coming for drinks this evening. It’s a while since I’ve had such consistently