My first taste of sailing in the build-up to crossing the Pacific Ocean. This was the start of a hugely challenging adventure that would see me sail and cycle 15,000 miles.
As we tacked up and down the Solent in late winter I was slowly finding my sea legs and feasting on a buffet of new nouns, verbs and idioms. From halliards and handy billies to crash jibes and vang clutches, the language of sailing became less alien and within days we found ourselves conversing in a confident nautical patois. As my stubble grew, so too did my passion for sailing and its idiosyncrasies.
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June 26, 2015