We are now all back in England!!!
We had an amazing trip home from the Azores - about a 9 and a half day trip. It was great fun having the boys on board and I think they enjoyed it too. Well I know Andy definitely did as he is possibly the most consistently cheery person that exists. Who else would reply to “Andy it’s 2am, time to get up” with “fantastic!” - and not even a hint of sarcasm. Neither of them got seasick and both gave our lovely autohelm a rest with a go at the wheel.
The trip passed incredibly quickly as we had such different conditions - from no wind in all directions, medium strength winds, to sailing through a gale. We ended with a bit of excitement as well - we were attempting to outrun a second gale through the Channel, allowing for a stop at Salcombe for their triple chocolate crepes. But the winds picked up earlier than expected, going from 6 knots to 35 in a matter of seconds (poor Andy was on shift by himself), and so we had to change plans and had a very windy day sail to Yarmouth where we rested for the night. It was funny seeing the boys get off the boat, after James’ complete denial of the existence of ‘land sickness’ he was proved wrong immediately!
We arrived at Emsworth marina just before midday on Friday, to be greeted by Jilli, Shelly, and mum’s friend Sarah, carrying a huge banner and wearing party hats. It was lovely! Then we had a big meal cooked by chef Andy - dinner for 8 and lots of drinks on board Triple D.
Everyone has been asking what it feels like to be home. Answer: very odd. Chichester was so full of people and they talk so loud. Mum and I wandered around in a daze our first day out! We can even notice a difference between Jilli and ourselves - she talks much faster and moves much faster than we do. It won’t be long until we settle back in completely though I’m sure!
We left the boat in true Triple D Disaster fashion. I had filled Jilli’s car up with my stuff to move to London and we were going to the car with the last load before setting off, when climbing off the boat I dropped Jilli’s car keys into the muddy, dark water of Emsworth marina. Panic panic panic. So I stripped off and climbed into the chest-deep, freezing cold water, to spend a good five minutes feeling around the mud with my toes for the keys. It all worked out for the best as I found them, and the remote locking still worked. But I have to say I did not think my last swim of the year would be in freezing cold water in Emsworth!!!
What an amazing year we have all had, with such fantastic memories. Triple D out for the last time.