Yesterday morning we finished our transatlantic race at the Lizard. Under a bright sunrise over the Lizard lighthouse and threatening clouds to the West we crossed just around 6am local time. Over 3200 miles sailed and I was pretty blown away by the gravity of it all. Hans had me at the wheel for the last 10 miles before the finish doing 10-11kts bearing down on the finish. I was definitely feeling the high. British Soldier and Carina who started on the line with us inwere only 5 miles behind us! Simply amazing. Hans took the wheel at the last mile and I went forward to the bow (wanted to be first across the line, naturally). Lots of congratulations and a very nice Cuban cigar followed (thanks Uncle Mike!).
Little did I know what we had in store for us. Some of the worst weather we experienced was under motorsail in the -- horrible chop on our quarter, tons of rain and freezing cold breeze. Isnt it summer here in England??? At 5am local time I got up as we estimated that at that time we would be reaching the Needles at 6am (these are a chalkstone formation, tight channel, and lighthouse on of the Isle of Wright). With a grey glow, and ripping tide with us we approached the Isle and slowly out of the fog I started to make out the red light and the chalk cliffs coming into focus. Very very eerie. We made it through ok and I brought us into Cowes where we have a pig roast and maybe a pint or two this afternoon. Great to be on dry land and am really looking forward to the last leg of the journey -- BA flight, to tomorrow night.
I hope you enjoyed these posts over the last few weeks and it gave some sense of what this journey was like for me. Thanks for following!
Saturday, 16 July