6.30 am – Talamone – Italy

I am sitting huddled against my small heater with my first coffee of the day, watching a hazy dawn break over a beautiful Mediterranean scene.

The old walled town of Talamone, juts out on a peninsular, small boats bob gently on their moorings as the first rays of watery sun start to dry the water from their decks, it is beautiful and clam and


It’s a long old story, the trip to Italy, the introduction to my first scrutineering with the mini classe, meeting the other sailors, the pre race atmosphere; perhaps I’ll get round to writing about it some- but not now.

I have a full day and a half of boat preparations to make and only half a day to do them.

Not helping matters is the fact that I have been unwell for a week now, with a cold, a cough, streaming gooey eyes and no hearing in my right ear – Fine form for an offshore race.

Still, the show must go on…………. Time to down my coffee and interrupt all that tranquillity with a totally mad English girl, running round like a headless chicken and not getting anywhere fast.

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