It’s the anniversary of sailing around notorious old Cape Horn back in, well, memory seems to suggest 1981. Could it really be so long ago?
|Trials before the tribulations ... A crew of helpers join me for a brief sail shortly before the start of the singlehanded circumnavigation.|
I ask the book of the voyage, Loner, if this anniversary might warrant a bow? It seems not to hear.
Real problems began near the start. The vital wind-vane self-steering gear wouldn’t work, didn’t work, until far down the South Atlantic.
It’s quite likely that if the genius behind Autohelm hadn’t been such a generous friend and helper, I doubt that I would have navigated that mighty beast, Spirit of Pentax, as far the Equator.
And when I think back, all the way to those crazy days, I remember that it was the huge army of helpers who deserve the congratulatory pats on the back.
Artist Bob Abrahams worked on a smashing design for the yacht's appearance, and guided the painters.
|The workers ... Gerry Adamson among helpers who worked hard to get the schooner ready for the circumnavigation. Gerry is standing at the foot of the ladder for this family snap.|
The schooner had no engine, so a flat calm would mean being stopped still, even going back the way I had sailed if a malevolent ocean current dictated it.
Writing in haste
When I made it and arrived back in Plymouth, Loner, waited to be written and in a hurry because somehow or other I found myself entered into a round-the-world solo race from the US just six weeks later.
Writing Loner in haste was far from a good idea, which I expect I was warned about at the time.
The helpers made the voyage a success. The yacht herself was a home-made job and far from the right choice. However, I went with recommendations … it might be kinder not to say more about that.
However, rushing the story was unwise and had at least two grave oversights.
More than a little crazy
And engineering friend, Jack Huke, who gave selfless hours and hours to the project, had his surname misspelt.
Projects like this, bold and probably more than a little crazy, really depend on your friends.
Take Gerry Adamson, of Portchester, who guessed the vast number of eggs a voyage of 14 months might need, and Vaseline’d every one of the hundreds of them.
Sadly, there are too many amazingly helpful friends to salute here as they should be, and very sadly many, including Ron and Jack, are no longer with us.
I’m toying with the notion of doing it again – attempting to circumnavigate solo again – planning/hoping to pass the Horn 40 years after the first time.
In the meantime, though, very often I get Loner down from the bookcase and look through the army of names of helpers, people who made it possible back then.
I recall those that somehow were unforgivably overlooked in the rush to present the manuscript of Loner to the publishers, Hodder and Stoughton, and admired editor Maggie Body. Very, very sorry, and sincere apologies, if you are one of them.
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