You’d imagine that taking off for a race would be a dramatic, cinematic event — ropes flying, sails snapping, maybe someone shouting “Cast off!” while inspirational music swells in the background.

Just a couple of pictures from the last days.

A more elaborate version follows later today.

Oli, Zoe and I making donuts and splicing safety strops.

We set off from Portsmouth with all the optimism of a family at Disney World, ready to conquer whatever the sea might throw at us. For a while, we were doing okay,…

Meeting part of the crew and sailing on the actual boat with my skipper and first mate.

Kite, letterbox, bear-hugging, wooling—they might sound like moves from an interpretive dance routine or items on a very niche scavenger hunt, but in sailing, they all share a common denominator: the spinnaker

Crew Allocation - Very Exciting

Happy is Fast

Stepping on the 68s for the first time