If I could take my Jack Russell terrier, Pippin, and find a way to keep up my work recording voiceovers, I should be able to sail to Scilly. That was the plan but for many years, for one reason or another, it hadn’t happened. Last summer I was determined to make it, finally, to this intriguing archipelago off the toe of Cornwall.
My job involves recording music and voiceovers for TV and radio ads, so I took a portable recording rig and set up a little recording studio and voice booth in the forecabin. This way, in a quiet, calm anchorage I could record any urgent voiceovers or jingles, send them off using a half-decent 3G mobile signal, and avoid losing any really important work or feeling that we had…
