Channel crossing mishaps
In the spring of 1994 I was 23 years old and looking for adventure. All I wanted was to sail the world which is how I came to cross the Channel from Dartmouth to St Peter Port, Guernsey, with my girlfriend and crew mate, Sam. It’s one of those passages that has stuck indelibly in my mind.
We were sail-training two young offenders; Mark specialised in car crime, while Chris had a weakness for knives. We had just gone through winter in Scotland, sheltering on the Caledonian Canal while trying to escape newspaper reporters keen to expose us for giving nice holidays to naughty, an Elizabethan 31. She was definitely a boat to give confidence for our Dartmouth to Guernsey passage.
