During the first day of June 2010 I set sail in 'Equinox' my 24ft 6' Cornish Crabber from Chichester Marina and headed West down the Solent on a once in a lifetime adventure. Three and a half months later I completed my challenge; having sailed solo around the entire UK; visiting the Scillies, Ireland, Wales, Scotland and the Hebrides; going with huge trepidation over the top via Cape Wrath - the 'big right turn', before the next 'big right turn' heading south, at John o'Groats. This blog is my diary, written most evenings as I took stock of the day's progress; often with a huge lump of Cheddar cheese in hand and a pint of Speckled Hen to keep it company. Sometimes I was almost in tears; tiredness and frustration having taken its toll. Other nights exhuberant after breathtakingly beautiful passages along our stunning coastline with favourable following winds. It describes the ups and downs; the tears and laughter; the extraordinary kindness shown by complete strangers who offered a tired sailor in their midst refuge, solace, warmth and company; their generosity often humbling. My hormones were, I'm sure, in a mess making me perhaps rather vulnerble; as just six months earlier I'd endured the surgical removal of a cancerous prostate gland; laprascopically - a six hour procedure that left me physically weaker than before. You can read the background to the illness and the reasons for the challenge - to raise awareness of this terribe disease; that could have so easily have killed me elsewhere on this blog.

I am indebted to many; and recorded their names elsewhere; but as I reflect on the voyage many months later, I have not fully sung the praise of Cornish Crabbers, the builders of my sturdy little yacht and Roger Dongray the yacht's brilliant designer who drew upon a hull shape that had developed over hundreds of years by men who worked and fished at sea and whose very life depended on their vessel's seaworthiness. It's long keel, sail configuration and weight distribution in seemingly monsterous seas; quite incredible for a yacht so small. A Crabber 24 is not the swiftest yacht to be had for her size, for sure. But what she lacks in that respect she makes up for by her abilty to take heavy weather and harsh conditions in her stride. Built solidly without compromise, Equinox delivered me safely home after a voyage of well over 2500 miles in some of the most hostile and dangerously tidal waters you can find anywhere in Europe. In Wales, for example, the RNLI were phoned by an experienced commercial fisherman watching Equinox from his harbourside office; reporting to them, that a yacht was struggling in heavy seas and a F7 a mile outside the harbour entrance. By the time the lifeboat had been launched, I was tucked up in Aberystwyth marina; a little bruised and battered it has to be said, but safe and sound; I never even saw the lifeboat!

I've recently set up the blog so that readers can cover numerous diary entries in one go. To access earlier diary entries just click on the link 'Older Posts' at the foot of each page. Only a few clicks are needed to get to the entries at the beginning of the voyage and my preparation beforehand.

I hope you enjoy reading it; and if you do, or have done, please be kind enough to leave me a message. For which, in anticipation, I thank you.
The voyage also raised over £10,000 for the Prostate Cancer Charity - not my main goal but those who donated on my 'Just Giving ' page made a huge contribution too; as I was notified by email of each donation as it was made; each raising my spirits immeasurably. My main goal was to encourage 2500 men to get PSA tested - one for each mile sailed; and I beleive that goal was achieved too. And finally, I would also like to thank the growing number of men who have, both during and after the voyage ended, taken a PSA test, as a result of the publicty the voyage attracted; been diagnosed with the disease and taken the time and trouble to email me.

Wednesday, 11 August 2010

Getting ready to get ready - 11th August

A complete break from Equinox has been a tonic. The monotonous self-inflicted diet replaced by wonderful home cooking, full of variety. A watery world replaced by the vibrancy of a landscape full of butterflies, lush ancient stone hedgerows overgrown with wild flowers; alive with insects and ancient rocky fields full of cattle and sheep.  How wonderful to have meals accompanied with conversation and laughter; to hear differing views and fresh ideas and to simply catch up with family and friends. To walk the spectacular headlands and coastline of Anglesey, excitedly finding mushrooms to complement our huge breakfasts. Long treks to empty bays, inlets and deserted beaches fill our days as do regular trips to the 'White Eagle', a nearby pub - having worked up a good thirst thrashing the lasers around the bay and out into the Irish Sea. To stock up on home made pickles and jams and organic flour from a working windmill and to repeat activities that have filled holidays for for most of my life. Nothing can beat it.
    The weather has been kind to us... and long may it continue,  for today, after ten days of not going near her, I'm off to Holyhead Marina, to start preparing Equinox for the next phase - filling her tanks with water and diesel and starting the process of restocking her with provisions. A lot has been learnt from the first phase - not least, mark each can with a waterproof pen!
    I'm not sleeping so well now; waking early and fretting about this and that and whether I've left the tip of Scotland a bit too late, as many have suggested.
    Put those negative thoughts to one side and focus on the challenge ahead, is what I keep telling myself.

But it's not easy!
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