My first taste of sailing and the start of the biggest adventure of my life. In this article for The Telegraph I embark on Level One of training for the Clipper Race.
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.
An adventure on this scale reminded me of how I have felt on long-distance treks, skiing holidays or cycle rides. The first few days are all about the body adapting to a new physical routine, sometimes inducing muscle aches or mental fatigue, before quickly growing used to it. Sails and ropes seem heavy and awkward. Teamwork, one discovers, is essential.
Read the full article here.
June 26, 2017