L'Eau Commotion Westabout

It felt more like a Slam Dunk though. Around dawn while travelling under the storm jib I looked up from my lee side bunk to see everything in the cabin descending from above accompanied by an almighty crash. Could tell from the flapping and banging that things had been rearranged externally so wet weather trousers boots jacket and harness on ventured forth into a pretty wild scene. First job to recover - ever so carefully! - the end of the safety harness tether from overboard where it was mixed up with all the sheet rope ends which had also been washed overboard. Once clipped on worked my way back through the jumble of what used to be the dodger frame strewn across the cockpit to the wheel and headed off downhill. Quite an exciting thing if you're into surfing but frankly I couldn't get the storm jib furled quickly enough. Next the Windpilot had jumped a cog or two so was centred, the steering pendulum raised and stowed and its light ply wind section sent below. The trai ling ropes were brought aboard and a quick inspection revealed the Port one of 2 panels had been ripped off its frame while the starboard one was still intact and in fact is powering this tome. The Silentwind generator jade one of its blades broken in half even though it had been in the braked position. Without exaggerating too much this was carried out with lots of white water about and with a few interruptions as the odd breaking wave hit and tried to eject me into the briny and to horizontal is