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.

Friday, 9 July 2010

An apprehensive ponder in Dale

Why is that vast tracts of our offshore coastline have become dumping grounds for unexploded ordinance? I am sure there’s a very valid reason; but I’ve now crossed over or skirted 12 sites since leaving Chichester!
Someone in munitions procurement seems to be either overly exuberant or perhaps on a serious kick-back, if the only way they can expend the unused stockpile is drop them onto the seabed. Rotten chickens, rancid butter or stale bread, I can just about understand; but munitions? Have they got a shelf life? It seems they must have. I’m crossing two huge dumping grounds tomorrow. If these dumps consist of largely redundant cannonballs from Waterloo or Long Bow arrows from Agincourt they wouldn't, one assumes, get a nmention on marine charts. Obviously they're not;  so one is drawn to conclude that they’re probably WW1 mustard or chlorine gas shells or some recent devilish bacteriological contraption with an intricate timer and corroded fuse that’s being nibbled at by a crab with a death wish and a penchant for a serious high. What was wrong with letting the bloody things off anyway; just for the fun of the bang or selling them to some interested party while they still had a chance to impress. Maybe they were just too damn dangerous to do that, if so, why dump them just a few miles offshore? What’s wrong with 50 or 100 miles out to sea?

I read somewhere there’s a wreck in the Thames estuary that has enough explosive potential to blow the windows out of houses 20 miles away. Maybe I’ll put my clothes back on again tomorrow to keep all my bits together.... just in case.....
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  1. George11 July 2010 at 11:52

    Hoping to see you in New Quay in a couple of weeks - Mum and I are planning a trip over for a few days during my week off... Speak soon?Ps. please, clothes on AT ALL TIMES!!

    xx

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