Spring has sprung (sort of) and despite the ongoing snow it is time to talk minis again.
I have been quiet for a while; blog free over the end of the last year, mainly due to the fact I was not doing any mini sailing.
As regular subscribers to my blog will know last year I decided to station my boat in Lorient France, to be at the heart of the single-handed sailing capital and benefit from the coaching and the camaraderie that follows when 60 odd minis are all parked in the same place.
The first part of the year went amazingly well. I had borrowed a little more money and with the continued support of associate sponsor Sunsail UK, I was able to spend two months in France, living in my van, training and sailing full time and learning more than I could have dreamed.
But like all good dreams, eventually one must wake up to reality and that of course comes in the form of bills and the cost of every day living; Still battling to pay off debts from my last transat and as a self employed sailing instructor the status quo was not sustainable so I hung up my sailing boots and put my head down to work.
Something had to change, my boat was inFrancewhere there was lots of mini sailing to be had and it was cheap to keep; but I never saw it, not managing to take any time off between jobs or justify not working.
In November a possible solution presented itself over the internet and I applied and got a job with the RNLI, designing and trialling products to help save lives at sea.
So this year I am bringing it home. I have bought ‘The Potting Shed’ back toUKwaters, she is based inPoolenot 10 minutes from my desk at RNLI HQ and from here I will be training for the mini transat.
We have a lot to offer in theUK(ignoring the extortionate mooring fees). These are challenging waters to sail in and sailing fromPooleHarbour, theEnglish Channelis right on my doorstep with all its waves, tidal gates and ever changing moods so I couldn’t be better placed.
Of course I will miss having other mini’s to line up against but come April I hope to join the British training session in the Solent, rubbing shoulders with our other crazy sailors of small boats.
In the meantime I look over my shoulder out of the window at the rain hammering down inPooletoday. My mission this weekend is to wet sand the bottom after a fresh new coat of ‘Flag Performance Extra’ and get the mast up.
It’s raining hard, and it’s cold; but there’s no point in hiding, it’s time to roll up my sleeves and get wet again.