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‘But what if you fell off the yacht so far from home?’ people often ask when talking of my passion for long-distance singlehanded sailing.

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Risky city life ... Danger is all around in our busy city lives, and yet it's a real shock when it happens right in front of you. The sudden ending of it is ever-present on land, as Paul saw yesterday.
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‘What if a ship came along and bumped into you?’ is another regular poser.

Why going to sea seems riskier than normal daily life is because we are so used to our daily routines.

Yet the potential for serious injury and death surrounds us much more, it seems to me, on land.

Run down

Step off the curb and you could be run down. Walking on a busy pavement, one of a dozen buses in the vicinity could lose control and crush the life from many. Of course, ships are a risk out there.

Once clear of the coast, though, and you might see one ship compared to the ten thousand lorries and buses and more that could come along in the equivalent time onshore.

She fell virtually at my feet and her head struck the curb just inches from me. The unnerving sound of the skull striking the concrete is a horror I am unlikely to forget.
And any one of them could so easily lose control and crush a considerable number of pedestrians.

I had a ghastly reminder yesterday of how uncertain our landlubber lives can be. I was dashing to catch a train at Surbiton Station.

On the road beside me, a mature woman stepped from a car ... and tripped.

She fell virtually at my feet and her head struck the curb just inches away. The unnerving sound of the skull striking the concrete is a horror I am unlikely to forget.

A great flood of blood spilt across the curb. A first aider nearby rushed over and phoned the ambulance service immediately.

To be taken shopping in a smart car, to open the passenger door expecting to treat yourself at any moment, and yet to meet death instead, seemed to tell its own story about our precarious city-dwelling lives.

What seemed so perhaps grossly unfair is that the woman must have been aware of no more than tripping over. The blow and the severe haemorrhaging and her life ending so quickly would have been hidden from her.

No time for a farewell

No time for a quick goodbye and a final kiss.

Quick, yes, but it seemed such a, well, unannounced, unexpected demise, that this shocked witness mused for a moment about the greater safety of voyaging.

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