21 Dec, 05 - 19:08
Latitude: 25° 44' N
Longitude: 24° 17' W
Miles from La Gomera: see http://www.atlanticrowingrace.co.uk
Miles to Antigua: 2098
Miles in last 24 hours: 3
To give you some idea of what it's like to be in a tippy little ocean rowing boat, try this...
1. Look at the top photo, and incline your head until the horizon appears horizontal (check out the angle of the deck).
2. Look at the second photo, and again incline your head until the horizon appears horizontal.
3. Now tip your head forwards through about 45 degrees...
4. ...and now backwards...
5. ...and now combine the above 4 movements in a random sequence, e.g. Left, right, left, forward, right, back, forward, back, left, right, left, right, back, forward. If you start to feel queasy you're doing it right.
For added authenticity get someone to chuck a bucket of cold salty water over you at irregular intervals.
This tippiness goes on, to a greater or lesser degree, all the time - during rowing, sleeping, eating, cooking (no longer applicable since demise of camping stove), live radio interviews via satphone (occasionally necessitating great self-control to avoid swearing), boat maintenance, writing up logbook... everything. I don't mind it especially, but I think I'll be quite glad when life becomes more stationary again.
Thanks to all who have sent suggestions on how to resurrect the camping stove. Unfortunately none of them have worked so far. But my dinner of cold prawns with omelette pieces and peas wasn't too bad. I'll live.
Good news - I am on the move again. The wind has moved around to the north, so at 1pm today I dusted off the oars and started rowing. After nearly 4 days on the sea anchor, I could just about remember how.
And finally, if you're in London and you read this before you leave work, pick up a copy of the Evening Standard on the way home. Apparently there's a fair-sized article about li'l old me.
PS: Race and weather-watching:
Between December 16th and 19th, only 8 of the 26 boats made any progress forwards due to the adverse wind conditions. Boats were blown backwards towards La Gomera between 1 and 24 miles each.
By 21st December, those further south were moving again, those further north and east continued to lose ground (ocean) up to 49 miles in one case. The last 6 boats in the listings between them lost 163 miles. At last the wind is shifting and they can begin to row again.
(Rita Savage, using data from www.atlanticrowingrace.co.uk)
Wind: 20 kts from the north
Weather: wind and sun
Sea state: moderate to rough
Hours rowing: 4
Song for the day: Stuck in a Moment (U2) - like I was last week
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Little thing, big trouble
2552.227N,2413.881W,0M
Latitude: 25° 52' N
Longitude: 24° 13' W
Miles from La Gomera: see http://www.atlanticrowingrace.co.uk
Miles to Antigua: 2102
Miles in last 24 hours: -4
Christmas dinner, which was never going to be very exciting anyway, is now going to be not very exciting and... cold. For today my camping stove died.
The stove developed complications during a routine maintenance operation, due to a displaced pump cup, a missing page in the instruction manual, and a bad call on a 50/50 decision.
The result is that to get it working again I need to pull the plunger out from the pump... but the plunger is held immovably in place by a vacuum.
Bugger.
When things started to go awry I called on my guru for all matters concerning outdoor gear - my sister. She was able to put me onto a colleague who gave me the UK supplier's number. They very kindly offered to replace the pump if I could post it to them, but clearly this wasn't much help in the circumstances.
I strained at the pump until my eyes popped, but to no avail. I'll keep trying it on a daily basis, like a bullworker workout, in the hope that temperature fluctuations or drying out of the pump cup lubricant might release the vacuum's stranglehold. But I don't hold out much hope.
It was tough to know what spares to bring with me. Daft woman, you might be thinking, for under£100 she could have taken a spare stove with her. But then where does it stop? Spare watermaker, spare bilge pump, spare rudder, spare battery? Before you know it you've doubled your weight and your cost. Hindsight is a wonderful thing.
So. Not ideal.
But not a huge problem either. Muesli, snack bars, sprouted seeds and biltong don't need cooking. Dehydrated food will be edible if left to soak for several hours, and as I reach the lower latitudes might even get quite warm if I leave it in a billycan on deck. I do have 3 or 4 of those self-heating meals stashed away somewhere if I get desperate for hot food.
At least this little drama distracted me from the fact that I've had to spend another day on the sea anchor, and it now looks set to stay that way for a while longer...
Wind: 20 kts from the south - still
Weather: wind and sun
Sea state: moderate to rough
Hours rowing: 0
Thought for the day: endure what can't be mended
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19 Dec, 05 - 18:31
2545.598N,2416.680W,0M
Latitude: 25° 45' N
Longitude: 24° 16' W
Miles from La Gomera: see http://www.atlanticrowingrace.com
Miles to Antigua: 2098
Miles in last 24 hours: -8
Ocean rowing? Nothing to it matey. Based on the last 2 days it seems to involve a lot of lying around on one's bed, listening to the stereo and eating chocolate. Bit like being a teenager, but with (marginally) less angst.
In the absence of more scintillating news, I thought about talking you through the contents of my 14 hatches (I'm serious! It's quite interesting, I'll have you know) but decided instead to talk you through a day in the life of an ocean rower on anchor. Maybe the hatch-by-hatch rundown would have been more interesting after all...
0745
Getting light. I prise myself off my bunk (backache) and turn on the chartplotter and wind instruments. Wind still from the south, lost another 2 miles overnight. Swear, and go outside to take a look around, check the sea anchor, sow some more chickpeas, and use the bedpan.
0830
Get a lovely text from my ex who, after 11 years together, probably knows me better than most.
'gd thing is ur at yr best when things get tough. xx'
Not sure if he is right, but it sounds like the kind of person I'd like to be, so I choose to believe it and BE it. Reminds me of the quote by George Bernard Shaw: 'Life isn't about discovering yourself. It's about creating yourself.' I don't know if I was a tenacious and determined person at the start of this, but my word, I will be by the end.
0900
Read my book, Brian Keenan's 'Four Quarters of Light' - about Alaska so a nice change of scenery. Eat chocolate. Would never eat chocolate for breakfast at home, but ocean rules apply.
Call Mum to find out how the other crews are getting on, or not as the case may be. Seems all us tail-enders are doing odd little wiggles on the chart and going nowhere fast. Very impressed by performance of race leaders All Relative. Storming!
1000
Fire up the camping stove to boil water for my Mornflakes porridge. Put the rest in a flask for later on. Sit on deck to eat, getting the occasional soaking from a wave. Frown at the wind and waves from time to time but they refuse to take the hint and continue to come from the wrong direction.
Wash up, wash myself, make the bed, generally tidy up.
1100
Make some phone calls to try and address some financial issues that would seem pressing if I were on dry land, but seem nigh on irrelevant out here. Fail to get through to anybody. Leave some messages and tick it off the To Do list.
1130
Run watermaker for half an hour, which should be enough water for 1-2 days. Recharge camera and satphone batteries while there is some hazy sunshine.
1200
Mum texts through some more messages from people who have emailed me. Seems a lot of people find what I'm doing 'inspiring'. Fantastic, heart-warming and encouraging to know this - it makes it all seem so much more worthwhile to know that people actually CARE about what I'm doing - although what it is I may be inspiring them to do I have no idea. Presumably not row an ocean.
Afternoon
Read more of Alaska book. Listen to more of Hitchhikers' Guide on CD. Doze a bit. Periodically check backwards progress (regress?) on chartplotter and write up logbook. Eat chilli rice with extr peas and sweetcorn and a Wholebake 9 Bar for a late lunch.
...And I suspect the evening will bring more of the same.
The forecast is for the wind to move around to the north some time tomorrow, so we should be able to up anchor and get going again.
Woodvale bill the Atlantic Rowing Race as 'Wave after Wave of Adrenaline Pumping Adventure'. If it were all like the last 2 days I'd be asking for my money back. But no doubt all too soon things will kick off again and I'll be looking back on this lazy hiatus with fond nostalgia.
P.S. Thanks to all for messages, especially Sam K and Tiny who have already been here, done this, got the blisters. Tiny - I passed on your regards to matron (Tiny's term for the big bustling waves that give you a drenching). She returns the same, and sends you a big sloppy one in the ear.
Wind: 20 kts from the south
Weather: wind and rain
Sea state: moderate to rough
Hours rowing: 0
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18 Dec, 05 - 19:15
2539.009N,2424.879W,0M
Latitude: 25° 39' N
Longitude: 24° 24' W
Miles from La Gomera: see http://www.atlanticrowingrace.com
Miles to Antigua: 2090
Miles in last 24 hours: -7 (yes, MINUS 7)
It is 10.30 on a Saturday night shortly before Christmas. If I were a normal person I might be in a pub having a drink with some friends. But I happen to be me, and so I am lying alone in a small ocean rowing boat about 500 miles off the west coast of Africa.
The wind is against me, so the sea anchor is out to stop me being blown backwards. I am in my cabin, lying on my bunk.
The cabin is about the width and length of a double bed, tapering down to about 18 inches wide at the aft end where my head is. At its highest pont the cabin roof is a little under 3 feet high. It is cosy yet not quite comfortable. Lying is less uncomfortable than sitting.
It is sticky and stuffy in here. I've got the hatch and ventilation holes closed in case the wind really blows up while I am asleep - this cabin is a buoyancy chamber that will help the boat self-right if it capsizes - so the only air comes through a ventilator installed in the round aft hatch above my head. Some nights I can see the moon and stars through this hatch, seeming to dance around in my little window on the sky as the boat pitches and yaws. But not tonight - it is overcast and dark out there.
There is a faint smell of chocolate and crystallised ginger from my snack packs, stowed in the lockers beneath the floor of the cabin. At first the smell used to make me feel hungry, but now I'm rather sick of it. My mouth is dry - I deliberately allow myself to dehydrate when I know I'll be confined to the cabin for a while, as it's a nuisance having to go out to the rowing cockpit to use the bedpan.
It is noisy in the cabin, in a soothing kind of way. The structure of the boat creaks and groans. The water laps against the hull, and swirls gurgling around the rudder which is just behind my head. When there is a gap in the gurgling I can hear the sigh of the ocean, and the breath of the wind.
The movement of the boat is different when she is at anchor. She twitches and strains like a terrier at its leash. She seems restless. We rock from left to right, left to right, and occasionally in a circular motion - up and over and around and down. Sometimes we'll get part way through one of these manoeuvres when the line to the sea anchor brings us up short, and we're jerked back. And once in a while one of those express train waves will steam in and sideswipe us and the whole boat will be knocked through sixty degrees.
I'm not scared. The sea is rough but Sedna has proved her seaworthiness in worse conditions than this. But I'm not relaxed either - even while I sleep my ears will be pricked for any unfamiliar sound, any signal that an oar or the ruddeer or the para-anchor has come to grief.
It's going to be a long night. I read for a while, then doze, dreaming of Jonah and the whale, then wake up, and it is still only 10.30pm. It doesn't get light until 8am. So I'm here, whiling away the time by tapping out my thoughts on my iPaq, its little screen the only light in my darkened cabin. It has just started to rain, pattering down on the aft hatch. I've started to yawn again. Time for another doze, lying braced between the leecloths on either side of my bunk. Thoughts blur onto daydreams blend into nightdreams. Time drags on.
P.S. I wrote this last night. Today has been spent on anchor. I have dozed, eaten, done a bit of maintenance and listened to Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy.
Wind: 20 kts from the south
Weather: windy, sun and rain
Sea state: rough
Hours rowing: 0
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