There is an old English cliché, which says, 'Worse things happen at sea.' It is usually wheeled out when some disaster happens to a friend or relative in an effort to try and ease the situation and make the sufferer feel better. It seldom works. Over the years, I have come to realize that things happen either to me or around me but with a twist on the old cliché. As the title implies, my 'things' all begin with the letter 'C.' What follows are brief recollections of these happenings, lightened with touches of my own peculiar sense of humour. In some cases, I have written the chapters in a style that befits the occasion or location. For example, the many incidents that occurred during the week's stay on Bardsey Island lent themselves to being written in the style of the Canterbury Tales. The visits to Israel, not wishing to be blasphemous, but they obviously benefit from a biblical style of narration. I hope that will explain a little about what is to follow. Some of the anecdotes may sound implausible or even improbable but, where possible, they have been validated with photographic evidence. So read on and enjoy.