Fai Tira Final Blog Contribution
Well that’s it then, this
really is the end and it’s also my final blog contribution of the trip.
So it’s probably appropriate that for the last time, I put together a few
wordy bits to a accompany Peter’s photoee bits. After all, it occurs to
me, that it’s just about how we’ve communicated our progress around
the globe for much of the last two years……. So why not finish as
we’ve carried on?
It was perhaps fitting then,
that our final challenge was a passage that included a trip across The Bay Of
Biscay, although this time there were three of us and Barrie proved to be great
Two years ago it was the scene
of our introduction to just what the Atlantic could throw at us. Then, with
almost all of its fury, it came at us roaring like an enraged lion. How
grateful we were then, that for the whole of this trip, it hardly did anything
that would rate much scarier, than the mew of a fluffy pussy cat!
And so it was.
We entered the English Channel
having encountered conditions that, although cold and autumnal, did at least
allow us one final fling at the thing we desired most (As far as the boat was
concerned!) and we were best at….I think……proper sailing!
It seemed fitting then, that I
found myself handing over to Peter at the end of my watch just as the early
rays of weak light illuminated the Eastern sky and we were both able to share
the first view of the English coastline since turning our backs on it two
years ago……. Quite poignant really!
It would still be a number of
hours before we entered the Dart Estuary, but this was no time to go below to
catch up on sleep, no matter how tempting and soon Barrie was up and joined us
for the final approach.
Before long, the Scarries marker
buoy was drifting past our port beam. Coastguards Cottages emerged from the
headland mist and the entrance to the river Dart opened up before
us……Fai Tira was finally home!
It was then that we spotted the
Dartmouth lifeboat out on exercise. It came across to greet us and just
happened to have a bottle of champagne on board. It was this that gave us a
hint of just what sort of reception awaited us. We weren’t disappointed.
As we rounded the kink in the river and eased our way past the busy lower
ferry, the embankment became a scene of noise, colour and emotion, as friends,
family and even puzzled onlookers ensured that this would be a welcome to
Once moored and secure, there
were stories to recount, friends to re-acquaint and relief to be expressed.
It is a strange thing, and
something that I heard confirmed in a comment from Peter. It, in some ways,
feels like we’ve not been away. Almost like one day we just got on a
boat, did a bit of sailing, and then
returned. However, in truth even
I have to admit, it was a bit of an adventure and I suppose, no small
There was the exciting, the
boring, the spectacular and the mundane. There were dangerous situations and
the safe ones, emotion and calm…… but what was always present was
the knowledge that we were different. It set us a little bit aside and made
almost all the traumas worthwhile.
We have also learnt that our
progress has proved important and followed by many who have expressed pleasure
in reading of our exploits. For this we both feel truly grateful and humble.
Now it’s back to reality
and the adjustment to normality. Our problem is that, for us, normality seems
to have changed a bit.
Anyhow surely that can’t
be beyond us…….. Look what we’ve just done!
So it’s goodbye
from me and it’s goodbye from him!