Crew member on Whisper
Blog 1 A trip with a boat load ofTools
As we glide out of the Solent this evening, sailing towards the setting sun, our crew of nineteen (always my lucky number!) fabulously toned ‘elite athletes’ and moi !!- a ditzy assisted -blonde from West Cork are settling into the pattern we have established and that they tell me is a sure fire recipe for dazzling ocean racing success : Higher, faster, longer is the mantra, all chanted in a sort of nasal Antipodeans accent and interspersed with a fellah in the back part passing on good new about leopards, rosebuds and looney rosa. Evidently good news for us is Bad News for Them.
At any rate judging by the whoops of joy permeating all this lovely, lovely, fresh, fresh air Whisper has avoided hundreds of obstacles littering her path and has LEFT THE SOLENT, just like Elvis.
What are my first impression of this, my first trip to sea?? Well if I am to be completely honest so far it’s been like spending an afternoon in Lidls. The boat is like a floating toolbox!! Everybody has a nickname (everybody except the skipper obviously, who is a man of enormous gravitas) They are called Hammer, Shovels, Spanner, Thatcher, Rusty, Square Head (he’s foreign), Floppy, Maniac (?), Bin-lid, Piler, See-more... all the tools are on this boat obviously.
How did I end up here? Far, far away from family, loved ones and friends and my therapist heading out into this awfully deep looking ocean – Well, it will have to wait until tomorrow . Hammer has just said that i have to go outside, I am on watch’. Gosh what fun, perhaps they want me to drive.
Love for now