Sailing to Purgatory
The final scene in this true adventure shocked the author, too.

‘The reader will be enthralled as Paul, former Fleet Street journalist turned professional yachtmaster, takes us along on his ‘swallowing the anchor’ voyage, his retirement from the sea.

'This self-confessed newish ancient mariner … has spent almost a lifetime sailing solo, as both an ocean going competitive yachtsman, as a DoT Commercial Yachtmaster, and during his circumnavigation to become a singlehanded Cape Horner ... Sailing to Purgatory has all the roller coaster elements of a heart stopping adventure — drama on the high seas, observing life ... undersea volcanoes, a love interest, and waves high enough to scare the pants off most of us.’ - Brenda Vowden, journalist, avid reader

Home from the outside ... St Helenans,
'Saints', round their South Atlantic
island in Midshipman,
en route for Stockholm.

Enterprising forebears ... The house Paul's father designed, and the car his paternal grandfather designed and built.

Running repairs ... crewman Declan checks rig fittings on the superyacht, Midshipman, which Paul sailed from the Cape to Sweden.

Sail power ... Gavin's Howe's beautiful yacht in the Mediterranean.

Rescue in the Southern Ocean ... Yachting World's international edition this month features Paul and Captain Fantastic in its Great Seamanship series.

Pat and Gerry Adamson, two wonderful supporters get Spirit of Pentax ready for her circumnavigation.

Home sweet home ... St Helena islanders, after a voyage round their island home on the superyacht, Midshipman.

Baptism of a Cape Horner ... Lady Chichester names Spirit of Pentax in a ceremony at Brighton Marina.

Homeward Bound 2 is prepared for her attempt on the longest open boat record.

Tri trials ... testing Paul's entry in the singlehanded race across the Atlantic are great friends Ron Pell, Jerry Freeman plus a keen helper.

Cover up ... Bob Abrahams works on cover ideas for Sailing to Purgatory.

Stocking up for 18 months ... Last minute farewells before Spirit of Pentax and Paul left on the long route to become Cape Horners.

Death of a racer ... Baltic Wind flounders after running into a container in the South Atlantic. Paul and a lady shipmate spent eight worrying days in a liferaft.

A wise quotation that dropped into the inbox today was a serious reminder of our very conflicting attitude to our, well, fellow animals.

Image of part of  a Sailing to Purgatory webpage to illustrate the article.
Happy as a pig ... Enjoy life while you can, seems to think this contented fellow. Photo by Laura Anderson on Unsplash
Over the weekend, my conscience had been prodded about our approach to animals when cycling through some gorgeous Surrey countryside.

I passed two paddocks only a field apart.

In one, a number of ponies stood in a circle, heads in tails out, as though they were in conference.

They stood in mud that seemed to reach their ankles, and it’s true that each wore a sort of canvas cover round their middles, but they looked miserable.

Miserable in the cold

Utterly miserable in the cold and the freezing puddles.

Their conversation, if they were able to pass messages, seemed to be about the appalling state of their lives, particularly in winter.

Just fifty turns of the pedals and I saw two or three horses with their young owners. The animals wore smart jackets and were being groomed.

Of course, it could have been my imagination, but it really seemed the ponies shared verbal thumbs up over the pleasure of their pampered lives.

There's a schizoid quality to our relationship with animals ... Half the dogs in America will receive Christmas presents this year, yet few of us pause to consider the miserable life of the pig - an animal easily as intelligent as a dog - that becomes the Christmas ham.
I'm a vegetarian and have been for 20 years and five months and one week (but who’s counting) so I feel free to reveal the wise words of Michael Pollan, a professor and writer, quoted in an admired daily email from Wordsmith.

‘There's a schizoid quality to our relationship with animals, in which sentiment and brutality exist side by side. Half the dogs in America will receive Christmas presents this year, yet few of us pause to consider the miserable life of the pig - an animal easily as intelligent as a dog - that becomes the Christmas ham.’

My veg conscience couldn’t last long, for I soon remembered helping a late lamented brother, Peter, sell Christmas chicken to neighbours. The price was close to a Christmas gift in itself, and consequentially the purchases were huge. Almost every house bought at least one chicken.

Peter's astute young business brain knew a thing or two.

Chopped off the heads

Back at our home, the two schoolboys who loved cats and dogs, and helped with milking and animal welfare for a nearby farmer, simply chopped off the heads of the squawking chickens, one after another.

The poor old birds could see what was happening further along the queue, and sad to say, we thought nothing of it. So true, Dr Pollan.

Perhaps the best excuse one can offer is that many, many humans don’t suffer much of a conscience either when knocking off members of our own species.

How many people died in the 1939-1945 war, just over 70 years ago? About 70–85 million people perished, about three per cent of the 1940 world population, Wikipedia reports.

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