Boating in 1995 – the first year of Hal – was eventful to say the least. After the new engine was fitted and the boat taken back to its home base at Maryport, the idea of a trip to Ireland was mooted. All seemed well, but it was not to be so for long….. A force 5/6 blew up whilst we were crossing the Irish Sea, necessitating a stop off at Ramsey. I was extremely sick…..so was the dog. She was as sick as a dog and so was I. Apparently the waves were the size of houses, but by then I was not looking.
This is what I wrote on 29 August 1995
What can I say about 9hrs of misery? The trouble is – I am a round Cape Horn person in my heart, but absolutely useless in practice.
Makes me wonder why I go back onto a small yacht with monotonous regularity.