eadwinds and rough seas took their toll. The old body was creaking. I was tired, mentally and physically, after so many days at sea. Most octogenarians are sitting with their slippers by the fire watching TV, not dodging North Sea wind farms at night, soaked through. But I was not alone. André, my hero shipmate, was by my side, and was equally tired. It had been a tough challenge, with a deadline: I had to complete the passage in my Moody 346 by a certain date. To sail around Britain and take all summer is a wonderful thing
