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.

Sunday, 29 August 2010

Port Ellen - Gales and sunshine - 29th August

  Another night with the wind making strenuous efforts to deprive me of sleep. Equinox again being buffeted against the pontoon, her fenders squeaking in protest and her four groaning mooring lines taking it in turn to take the strain as the wind veers this way and that. Bob Harris on R2 keeps me company, and calms my growing anxiety at being stuck again. His eclectic mix of new and old music soothing, as rarely he plays anything that grates on a restless soul. What a natioanl treasure he is.
  Eventually I must have drifted off to wake in glorious sunshine, but with a bitingly cold wind, gusting to F8 with the occasional squall forecasted. It may, so the Met predict, drop to a F3/4 'later' with an accompanying temperature drop to near freezing overnight! Very autumnal and of some concern!
   My next leg is to Craighouse on the Isle of Jura, NE of my current position. With the wind currently coming from the NW the 23 mile run is feasible. The optimum time to leave would be around 1;30pm and with a favourable tide take me around 6 hours.
   Will the wind follow orders?

Footnote:-
No, they didn't!
It's now 1515 and the wind is still gusting F7 although, in the Met's defence, it has dropped marginally; but not enough to set sail.
A great pity and very frustrating!
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  1. Armin29 August 2010 at 18:46

    Sorry to read you're stuck at the moment, I hope you're able to make the best out of the situation and visit at least one or two of the distilleries. Fingers crossed we'll be reading your updates from Jura soon!

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