DAY 17 Two hours in and the wind turns. The seas pick up a bit of attitude and my head is down the toilet screaming for ‘Hughie’. Four hours in and the wind turns again. The seas pick up even more and my head is still in the toilet feeding the fish. I’m gonna have […]
Two hours in and the wind turns. The seas pick up a bit of attitude and my head is down the toilet screaming for 'Hughie'.
Four hours in and the wind turns again. The seas pick up even more and my head is still in the toilet feeding the fish. I'm gonna have to employ some rapid adjustment techniques here, this is a terrible display of behaviour.
I have enjoyed some serious ferry crossings in my time; the South Shields-to-Hamburg crossing with tables and chairs flying all over the place, yet I cannot shake this off.
"How long does this usually go on for?" I sheepishly ask Peter who is frantically legging it around Shadow, getting battered tying up this and checking that, reading and re-reading the charts and weather systems to try and get us out of this.
"24 hours," he tells me. I can deal with 24 hours of torture, I thought.
10hours in and the game changes. Gale force winds blow us miles off-course and further out to sea. Three metre swells are giving Shadow a battering from all angles while Peter is manic doing everything himself. I have stopped being sick now, but we're getting thrown round the cabin like a whistle's ball. The toilet door comes flying off its hinges soaring through the cabin and misses Peter by inches. The ceiling panelling comes loose and part of the ceiling follows. It simply will not stop.
I try to lie on the bed and switch myself off completely from everything, hoping in effect that I could cease to exist for a while. Then I get thrown into the wall, then pinned against it before hovering above the bed for a record 5.7 seconds before crashing back into the mattress. Then into the wall again, I go. Needless to say, I was unsuccessful at ceasing to exist.
This was beyond horrible, the forces at play inside the yacht were awesome, like being in a floatation device for a split second then your thrown to a side of the boat and glued to it like the cage wall on the 'Gravitron' fair ride.
18hours in and the swells are still there, but the forces at play have subsided. It's just up and down now, definitely an improvement. The winds are in Shadows sails and we're making distance.