Skipper stand in Chef
Mouth open again!
Having retired early, I wanted to have some kind of adventure while Amanda and I were still young enough to enjoy it. In the early stages of planning, things didn’t go too well as Amanda was reluctant to leave the job she loved. One day I asked her to use my car for work and when she came home I had sold her BMW. It didn’t go down too well, but I think she realised I was serious and she has (I think!) forgiven me now.
When we set off on this adventure in 2013, we had no intention of heading for the Caribbean. In fact, we had intended to sail around the UK and visit some of the places we had not yet been to. The day we left Fleetwood in Lancashire, it was windy, cold and dark and by the time we got to the end of the Lune Deep, the rain was coming sideways through the boat as is quite normal for April in the Irish Sea, so we decided to head for Wales instead of Scotland. We sailed through the night and I had frost on my sailing jacket as we rounded Holy Head!
We decided to head for somewhere familiar and set a course for Pwllheli in North Wales. The tide was out by the time we approached Pwllheli, so we had to wait for several hours, anchored in the spring sunshine off St Tudwals Islands Watching the seals playing in the surf. I think this was the point when we realised the adventure had truly begun.
From that point on, all plans were out of the window and we just made it up as we went along. So far, 15,000 nautical miles on, I think the meticulous planning of “What shall we do tomorrow” has worked out quite well!
On our page ‘Our Yacht’ we have a couple of videos taken by our son Nick who came along for the ride when we sailed across the Atlantic from Tenerife in the Canary Islands, 3000 miles to Antigua. It was great to have him onboard with us and I think mum enjoyed some precious moments. Although at times we did question our own sanity when we looked out from the back of the boat and saw the waves coming behind us!