Header image: Henri Lloyd in St Katharine Docks before the race start

Australia – Singapore

Nicholas!

Am I wearing any?

Written 22 January, at sea Before we left, during the deep clean, I was away from the boat and there was a rain shower. Warm rain. By the time I had got back to the boat this had turned into a complete deluge and I was totally soaked. I took off my top and hung…

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More showers

A distant squall

Written 20 January 2014, at sea 8am. Watch changeover as I wrote in the log. Clean clothes too ie clean bra top and shorts that had at least been washed. Still stained with sunscreen and the special red Henri Lloyd mould we seem to have, but ‘clean’. The watch started uneventfully with sitting on the…

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An eventful watch?

Written 20 January 2014, at sea Well, it must have been eventful. I was fast asleep. We had finished our watch at 8pm sailing close-hauled under our biggest Yankee sail, the staysail and mainsail and a good wind. After four hour’s sleep we arrived on deck again ready for our next stint. I was given…

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Squall or a free shower?

Nico, "showering" in one of the heads

Written 19 January 2014, at sea The other thing about Mother watch is that, on Henri Lloyd at least, that is the day when you are allowed to take a shower.  With a full crew of 20, that would be one shower every 10 days. We are short-handed on this leg so it is one…

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‘Good’ Mother? Me?

Written 17 January 2014, at sea That’s what I was, apparently. It has nothing to with being a good mother, or otherwise. Mother watch is Clipper’s term for the 24-hour period where you are responsible for feeding the entire crew – their breakfast, lunch, dinner, bread and snacks. You also get a full night’s sleep…

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At last!

70ft Clipper yachts lined up before a Le Mans race start

Written 15 January 2014, at sea The day of the Race Start arrived.  There was no trouble reporting to the boat at 7am. I had been sleeping on it, though most crew had found alternative accommodation for the couple of nights they were not at at sea. We slipped moorings for a parade of sail…

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