25 February 2020 | Scarborough Marina, Brisbane
21 February 2020 | 59 Miles To Go
20 February 2020 | 114 Miles East Of Australia
19 February 2020 | 220 Miles East Of Gold Coast Seaway
19 February 2020 | 262 Miles To Gold Coast Seaway
18 February 2020 | 304 Miles East Of Gold Coast Seaway
18 February 2020 | 328 Miles To Go
17 February 2020 | 423 Miles To Go
17 February 2020 | 423 Miles To Go
16 February 2020 | 505 Miles East Of The Gold Coast
15 February 2020 | 617 Miles To Go
14 February 2020 | 755 Miles To Go
13 February 2020 | 888 Miles To The Gold Coast
12 February 2020 | 1032 Miles To The Gold Coast
11 February 2020 | 580 Miles North Of The Waikato
11 February 2020 | 1167 Miles To Home
10 February 2020 | 1300 Miles To Home
10 February 2020 | 1309 Miles To The Gold Coast
09 February 2020 | 1460 Miles To The Gold Coast Seaway
Man Overboard
27 August 2019 | 225 Miles South East of St Helena
Day 81 8pm Tuesday 27th August 2019 ( UTC +0 )
I was just settling down with a nice hot cup of coffee after lunch when suddenly everything became too peaceful. A glance at the speedo showing four knots confirmed my first thoughts so up on deck to see most of the sail in the water though billowing up between the pole to starboard and the boom to port. It soon proved useless trying to pull the sail out of the water with the autopilot still pointing down wind so it was disengaged and the helm lashed hard a Port. This encouraged the sail to further gyrations and while I was trying to grab handfuls and to lash it down the combination of a lurch and a gust had me in the water with the offending piece of sail wrapped round my ankle. This was easily kicked free and then here comes one for the psychologist. Instead of a gentle swim round to the stern I handed my way along the gun'l which was quite difficult with the yacht beam on to a reasonable sea and with no sail up when she rolled to starboard it took some hanging on. I made it to the stern without that much trouble and surprised myself how easy it was to get back on board with all the clutter there associated with the Windpilot and Watt & Sea hydrogenerator. Piece by piece I managed to disentangle the sheets and stuff the sail and itâs furling gear in its bag and tossed in the saloon. Now here comes the interesting part. I put on my safety harness, clipped on and ran out the jib, took off the sail ties and hoisted the main to its second reef without once falling in the water. Safety Pays!