Tired and bat­tered

Yachting Monthly - - ADVENTURE -

Next morn­ing An­nie and I were tired and bat­tered, but still on course – or so I thought. Af­ter ex­per­i­ment­ing with sail com­bi­na­tions to get the Pa­cific Light wind­vane to be­have, we were be­calmed for five hours so I went be­low. My head was sore. It had stopped bleed­ing but I felt sick – not sea­sick, I don’t suf­fer with that. Other­wise all was well apart from the GPS, which wouldn’t lock onto a po­si­tion. I saw a moun­tain far off on the port bow and thought I was look­ing at Africa. The wind came up, dark­ness fell and I found my­self be­ing blown onto a con­ti­nen­tal lee shore – as tired as I’ve ever been and sick with pain. The Pa­cific Light came apart and I steered by hand for 6-7 hours to clear the land, un­able to get to a drink or food. In deep trou­ble, I cut my losses and, ig­nor­ing the ‘voices’ that were start­ing to haunt me, came about onto port tack, fixed the self-steer­ing and went be­low.

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