THE CROSSING: CONQUERING THE ATLANTIC IN THE WORLD'S TOUGHEST ROWING RACE

THE CROSSING: CONQUERING THE ATLANTIC IN THE WORLD'S TOUGHEST ROWING RACE

Language: English

Pages: 288

ISBN: 1843545128

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


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for nearly twenty miles seemed to have vanished. ‘They must have turned it off!’ I bellowed into the wind. ‘They can’t have turned off a fucking lighthouse, check the GPS!’ shouted James. I flew through the hatch and peered into the familiar blue screen. According to the computer we were just a mile from the finish line, dead ahead. I peered back out into the darkness. Nothing. No lights. No harbour. No grand welcome party, just vast waves crashing on to the rocky foreshore. This wasn’t the

item of sportswear, I usually avoided them at all costs but I couldn’t dispute how easy they were to pack), two T-shirts, a pair of pants and a pair of tracksuit bottoms. The bag was already bulging to capacity. James had pooh-poohed the idea of foul- or cold-weather wear – ‘After all, we won’t be wearing anything most of the time,’ he had reminded me – but I wasn’t so sure. I scooped up my fleece and squeezed it into the bag. In five minutes I had packed what would be my wardrobe for the next

thunderclouds that broke over us, soaking us and further dampening what little enthusiasm we still possessed. We simply hadn’t packed for wet weather. James had categorically scoffed at my proposal to bring along waterproofs, on the grounds that it was unnecessary weight and that it was also ‘unlikely to rain’. It wasn’t the first time our lack of preparation had been exposed but it was probably one of the most gruelling examples. On our sea test James had produced a pair of Merrell shoes to row

all, what could they do to help us, thousands of miles away? We had done everything we could do and now it was just a waiting game, but I didn’t know which would come first, the water maker or madness. ‘I can’t cope,’ I cried to James, ‘I can’t do this any more.’ ‘Call Marina,’ he demanded. ‘You’ve got to call her, man, what will she think if she finds out you didn’t call her when you needed her most?’ JAMES The BBC had installed a solar panel and battery separate to our system to power their

enough emergency water to see us to the finish line; but neither of us was keen to incur the risk of more time penalties. If we didn’t try to do something, I knew that a partially working desalinator was going to eat away at Ben, so it was probably better to get the situation sorted one way or the other. I wanted Ben to be free to focus on the rowing as I believed that in spite of the capsize, we might still be in the lead and the thought of getting to Antigua first was the only thing keeping me

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