1st July 2014
Tue 1 Jul 2014 09:07
By noon we will cross the 40th I hope. I have been up and down at least 6 times this morning with reefing and unrolling the genoa...very fickle wind, at least allows me some northing.
The thing that worries me is my right wrist, I have this pain since leaving Horta and it is getting worse despite me taking voltarol on and off. I stopped these now and gone over to Jackie's remedies. Let's see.
I did all five Fastnet in the nineties. 1991 was quite a nice one, the crew was brilliant, well trained to the degree that when the trailing log packed up they still looked at it every hour. Two chemists, one research the other teacher, a patent solicitor, Didcot power station manager, an architect/surveyor so I am missing two. Sera was in the Oxford rowing team but I cannot remember what she was doing at the time. There was another guy whose name and occupation escapes me at present. I can see him holding the tiller. Roger was the bilges rat, he took all to himself to clean the floor every time it became an ice rink, you see we had a rusty diesel tank that leaked. It was the year I was wearing red silk underwear and one of the girl's husband, a Colonel I believe, couldn't figure out why I was not taking things seriously. Roger was the Bass man, that was all he drunk. Around the Lizard we wrapped the spinnaker, then the fog came down we had no log no Decca so next stop was France instead of Plymouth. First Sera then I went up the mast and sorted it out. In Plymouth we went out for a meal and unbeknown to me during the day they found an artist who sketched Hope & Glory rounding the Fastnet and all eight of them signed it and presented it to me at the dinner. I had it framed and is hanging in our lounge. The Colonel died and Di started having flying lessons. Sue moved to Manchester. I still keep in touch with Roger. He bought a Sigma 362 to go around the world with it but he discovered he had back problems so he sold the yacht, still went around the world but by flying from place to place.