12 Months of Professional Yacht Sailing
I still hesitate in introducing myself as a professional sailor, I think it sounds too decorative for what I do. It is written on my business cards though so it must be true. I have enough qualifications and experience to back it up, and if you google me you’ll find a blog that dates to October 2015. That’s right, 12 months’ evidence of professionalism. So, what has happened?
I KNOW DRIVERLESS CARS ARE THE FUTURE
I’ve sailed thousands of miles, crossed the Chanel for my first time and countless times since. I did a lot of this either asleep or watching films. When on your lonesome the autopilot is God, I called him Jarvis. Given, there is less to crash into at sea but I’d feel very comfortable sleeping in a driverless car.
NO MORE APPENDIX
The idea of my infected gangrenous appendix lying around somewhere in Southampton General Hospital is joyous. That tiny thing caused me an immense amount of pain that resulted in 5 sleepless nights in hospital and still prevents me from completing a sit-up. BUT going sailing offshore for a long time without an appendix is a winner.
AN INCREDIBLE FARMERS TAN
Every daylight hour outdoors is a gift, a lack of sun worship however punished me with a pale white torso and very brown hands and face. You look normal if you don’t take your shirt off but that will only make things worse. I was also accused of highlighting my brown hair with streaks of blonde dye, I didn’t… Honest.
PICKING UP FRENCH CULTURE
The French are okay at sailing, they are very proud of this so I spent some time there, what did I learn? The meringue citron is delicious, along with many other French desserts. I also appreciate a good red wine now, but still think a good label means a good wine.
SORRY MADAME HALESTRAP MY FRENCH STILL SUCKS
We spent at least 6 months in France and I shamefully learnt very little, I lodged with a French man for months in Lorient and still didn’t improve. I would say to all my French teachers, “Don’t worry it wasn’t your fault I only got a C in French, stop blaming yourself.” Obviously, all my time was taken up with sailing…
What I know and think now seems inaccessible for my younger 22-year-old self to have imagined. I can do everything with more emphasis, I feel very comfortable at sea and I’m watching my goals get closer. AND hopefully my blog writin has gotten betta.