The nervousness is gone at last, the start managed relatively well. Not quite at the line, but on the right side, just turned away and now with a decent position in the midfield, I must first out of the long bay of the north Guérandais and around Belle-Ile. The turning point I've reached shortly after the onset of darkness, the positions of other boats at the subsequent cross are well observed by the position lights. I choose a route relatively close to the island, together with the Belgian participants. Other boats will be much further away from the coast, but distances are in the dark, difficult to assess. The course towards Ile d'Yeu is a concern no tactical options for the first good night's sleep. I can allow myself some sleep stages, every 30 minutes, the deafening whistle wakes me my special alarm clock. Off out on the tax, it may not be able to lie easily.
At dawn I set a Code Zero, the wind has turned slightly to the left, I'm making good progress. Relatively close to me appears the boat 480 of Conrad Colman. In a squall luvt to pilot his car overnight. I can just react, even off the autopilot and my escape, then he is thrown to the deck over and grins, "Good morning, how's it going?" - "Fine thanks." - "Excellent!" - And again disappeared.
The wind is turning a bit slowly, I push the arduous transition from Code Zero spinnaker for the big time with her before. Two boats have it already set and are slightly faster, but must also fight hard to stay the course. The wind shifts back must also change them again. The sail changes will take time, you pass in the other to me. Is the speed with the spinnaker really so much higher that it's worth? The decision is made for me. With a jerk tears the attachment of the Code Zero from the bowsprit, the sails and landed some blows in the water. While I of collection of the huge mountain of canvas in my cockpit, he again put to him with the rolling device to a manageable to pack bundle, this creates unfortunately only barely, then bring the sail below deck and can finally set the spinnaker, are felt 20 boats past me down and I find myself at the end of the field. Only six or seven boats behind me. I hear on radio now, as each boat's mandatory position reporting to the lighthouse of Ile d'Yeu releases as they pass, hear the boats that were just beside me, there already are.
starts from now on it to run worse. Downwind in extremely light winds southward turning mark before Les Sables d'Olonnes I just do not get enough speed into the boat. I wonder how the other opposite actually drive the normally faster cruising downwind straight ahead, while, despite waves of invading the spinnaker hardly seem. I would have any pressure in the spinnaker. Just before the turning point do I need to pass three more boats.
The main field has begun the long road to the shore, crossing back there towards Ile d'Yeu. Too far away to connect to, I choose the option further out, so can hardly lose something. At night, the field scattered more. Distances are now too large that you could focus on others, especially the locals to find the fastest way. The race is now in the first psychologically difficult Phase. As I can see no other boat I get doubts. I am by hours Last? What is the time limit for the finish? I frantically search the race rules: 24 hours after the finish of the first. Just where is the moment? At least for the qualification is so important I want to earn miles. At last I see the next morning on the horizon yet again a silhouette of the striking Mini650 sails. It is Conrad Colman, I hope. I had lost in midfield, I have found the connection again overnight?
While it is during the morning in bright sunshine really warm, enters a total slump. Bob up on the spot, south of Belle-Ile, Sailing pesky hitting, always on the lookout: where is perhaps a wind line that gets me out of here? A third boat is now in sight. Requests are constantly on radio to the race committee for a possible path shortening. No, no track shortening it is not necessary, because some boats are between Quiberon and Belle-Ile and are progressing well. Not exactly encouraging, some are now using the relative proximity to the main port and give up. The temptation is great, but after about two days now take the Qualification Miles would be idiotic. When the breeze starts again I radioed Conrad and asks: "Do you continue?" - "Yes, sure!" - "Ok, let's do . It "Five minutes later I see him turn and set the spinnaker." Hey Conrad, what are you doing? "-" I better prepare my boat for the Mini-Pavois. Good luck!. "Self-motivation can be very stressful.
With the dark, the wind is stronger, and generally always the last days. On the way to the Ile de Groix, the last turning point, it rises to nearly 20 knots. That is first reefing and join the passable speed of over 6 knots progress, but also that I can not sleep. To be agitating and Groix there are lots of rocks. I begin to expect if things go well I can tomorrow afternoon to be in Pornic, in the current wind direction I can go Groix set the spinnaker and then It goes really fast. When rounding Groix I put back the obligatory message from the lighthouse. I dare not ask if I'm actually the last, not only jeopardize the motivation. Unfortunately, the wind turns to me to Groix and so the distance of Les Sables turns out to all marks around back to Pornichet as the longest cross my life. 150 miles direct way, the sailed distance is almost surely twice.
between Belle-Ile and the Quiberon wind dies again. The third time here since I am an absolute lull hole. I begin to hate me during the tidal current pushes ever closer to a rock group, the values on the depth sounder slowly: 25 meters, 22 meters, 19 meters, 15 meters ... I must now throw the anchor yet? The other boat in my area, Tolgar on the No. 737, I was well under control when windmills was there, driving the tidal current forward me to the back. As the wind in the late afternoon is back, at least in time to save me the anchor handling, the positions changed and he pretty far away, seek no longer Pornichet.
Only 15 miles at 2-5 knots of wind, not arriving before midnight. The long bay of St. Nazaire is brightly lit, the orientation is difficult in the dark, because the illuminated tons are difficult to distinguish from traffic lights or street lamps. Apart from the goal line by the two Driving tons of Pornichet is formed are under water rocks, I'm safe, feel my way slowly towards the goal and will only be passed if I'm absolutely sure. Over the radio, I announced my arrival, the boat of the regatta committee is for my arrival from the port. When I finally can make the line tight and get my sail, I just see as another boat tapers out at a good speed. I can not stop it that I was passed by Andy Abel on the finish line 30 seconds faster after three and a half days, I had not seen him on the long puck, no announcement is also the finish on radio.
To finish 1:33 I (is a prototype for me outside the time limit to) as the last participant scoring the race, I'm a little frustrated because of the placement and also so happy my first solo sailing experience yet to have taken over several days and under competitive conditions. Maybe my expectations quite hold no practical preparation for the leap of the same connection to the midfield resorted to a bit high.
At dawn I set a Code Zero, the wind has turned slightly to the left, I'm making good progress. Relatively close to me appears the boat 480 of Conrad Colman. In a squall luvt to pilot his car overnight. I can just react, even off the autopilot and my escape, then he is thrown to the deck over and grins, "Good morning, how's it going?" - "Fine thanks." - "Excellent!" - And again disappeared.
The wind is turning a bit slowly, I push the arduous transition from Code Zero spinnaker for the big time with her before. Two boats have it already set and are slightly faster, but must also fight hard to stay the course. The wind shifts back must also change them again. The sail changes will take time, you pass in the other to me. Is the speed with the spinnaker really so much higher that it's worth? The decision is made for me. With a jerk tears the attachment of the Code Zero from the bowsprit, the sails and landed some blows in the water. While I of collection of the huge mountain of canvas in my cockpit, he again put to him with the rolling device to a manageable to pack bundle, this creates unfortunately only barely, then bring the sail below deck and can finally set the spinnaker, are felt 20 boats past me down and I find myself at the end of the field. Only six or seven boats behind me. I hear on radio now, as each boat's mandatory position reporting to the lighthouse of Ile d'Yeu releases as they pass, hear the boats that were just beside me, there already are.
starts from now on it to run worse. Downwind in extremely light winds southward turning mark before Les Sables d'Olonnes I just do not get enough speed into the boat. I wonder how the other opposite actually drive the normally faster cruising downwind straight ahead, while, despite waves of invading the spinnaker hardly seem. I would have any pressure in the spinnaker. Just before the turning point do I need to pass three more boats.
The main field has begun the long road to the shore, crossing back there towards Ile d'Yeu. Too far away to connect to, I choose the option further out, so can hardly lose something. At night, the field scattered more. Distances are now too large that you could focus on others, especially the locals to find the fastest way. The race is now in the first psychologically difficult Phase. As I can see no other boat I get doubts. I am by hours Last? What is the time limit for the finish? I frantically search the race rules: 24 hours after the finish of the first. Just where is the moment? At least for the qualification is so important I want to earn miles. At last I see the next morning on the horizon yet again a silhouette of the striking Mini650 sails. It is Conrad Colman, I hope. I had lost in midfield, I have found the connection again overnight?
While it is during the morning in bright sunshine really warm, enters a total slump. Bob up on the spot, south of Belle-Ile, Sailing pesky hitting, always on the lookout: where is perhaps a wind line that gets me out of here? A third boat is now in sight. Requests are constantly on radio to the race committee for a possible path shortening. No, no track shortening it is not necessary, because some boats are between Quiberon and Belle-Ile and are progressing well. Not exactly encouraging, some are now using the relative proximity to the main port and give up. The temptation is great, but after about two days now take the Qualification Miles would be idiotic. When the breeze starts again I radioed Conrad and asks: "Do you continue?" - "Yes, sure!" - "Ok, let's do . It "Five minutes later I see him turn and set the spinnaker." Hey Conrad, what are you doing? "-" I better prepare my boat for the Mini-Pavois. Good luck!. "Self-motivation can be very stressful.
With the dark, the wind is stronger, and generally always the last days. On the way to the Ile de Groix, the last turning point, it rises to nearly 20 knots. That is first reefing and join the passable speed of over 6 knots progress, but also that I can not sleep. To be agitating and Groix there are lots of rocks. I begin to expect if things go well I can tomorrow afternoon to be in Pornic, in the current wind direction I can go Groix set the spinnaker and then It goes really fast. When rounding Groix I put back the obligatory message from the lighthouse. I dare not ask if I'm actually the last, not only jeopardize the motivation. Unfortunately, the wind turns to me to Groix and so the distance of Les Sables turns out to all marks around back to Pornichet as the longest cross my life. 150 miles direct way, the sailed distance is almost surely twice.
between Belle-Ile and the Quiberon wind dies again. The third time here since I am an absolute lull hole. I begin to hate me during the tidal current pushes ever closer to a rock group, the values on the depth sounder slowly: 25 meters, 22 meters, 19 meters, 15 meters ... I must now throw the anchor yet? The other boat in my area, Tolgar on the No. 737, I was well under control when windmills was there, driving the tidal current forward me to the back. As the wind in the late afternoon is back, at least in time to save me the anchor handling, the positions changed and he pretty far away, seek no longer Pornichet.
Only 15 miles at 2-5 knots of wind, not arriving before midnight. The long bay of St. Nazaire is brightly lit, the orientation is difficult in the dark, because the illuminated tons are difficult to distinguish from traffic lights or street lamps. Apart from the goal line by the two Driving tons of Pornichet is formed are under water rocks, I'm safe, feel my way slowly towards the goal and will only be passed if I'm absolutely sure. Over the radio, I announced my arrival, the boat of the regatta committee is for my arrival from the port. When I finally can make the line tight and get my sail, I just see as another boat tapers out at a good speed. I can not stop it that I was passed by Andy Abel on the finish line 30 seconds faster after three and a half days, I had not seen him on the long puck, no announcement is also the finish on radio.
To finish 1:33 I (is a prototype for me outside the time limit to) as the last participant scoring the race, I'm a little frustrated because of the placement and also so happy my first solo sailing experience yet to have taken over several days and under competitive conditions. Maybe my expectations quite hold no practical preparation for the leap of the same connection to the midfield resorted to a bit high.
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