I like yachts. Love messing around in them like my dad loved airports. It is that spirit of movement and sense of adventure they embody. The smell of salt water, the tinkle of the halyards against masts set the pulse racing. Not that I am sailor I got my first job in my 20’s and spend my salary on a sailing dingy - a Topper. That year I lived and worked in Cowes, which is quite a sailing Mecca. I seem to capsize in front of the posh sailing club every time I had to turn direction. Do you remember learning to ride a bike? For me it was riding in straight lines that came first. Every time I had to take a bend, off I came with knees, elbows and hands bearing the brunt of my mistakes. Eventually, I learned to corners on bikes. Unfortunately, in sailing I never mastered certain manoeuvres. The two main reasons for my capsizing have wonderful names. One is called the Death roll and the other is called the Pitchpole.
“Death roll
This is an interesting setup to the broach. Sailing downwind can cause an oscillation of the boat rocking back and forth. An inexperienced helmsman will tend to try to correct this by steering away from the "roll" but this will cause it to get worse. Once the roll gets to strong the boat broaches.
Pitchpole
This is a different sort of hydrodynamic problem. The boat is going at a certain speed and the sails are under enough pressure to maintain the speed. When the hull suddenly slows down the sail "keeps going" and the boat pitches over the bow in a spectacular summersault. This is usually because you're racing down the back of a wave and when your bow hits the next wave it slows down abruptly.”
When in either position and moving fast I invariably managed to capsize the boat. I didn't let it stop me sailing. One colleague from work who foolishly came sailing with me abandoned ship after the third capsize. I watched him flee for shore as if his life depended on it.
I didn't belong to any sailing club and I never minded the Hurrah Henrys looking on with their irritating nasal laughter, canvas shoes and wine glasses. It was the wind, waves and adventure that had me mesmerised. There is a feeling being really in the moment that confirms you're really alive not spectating or waiting for life to begin. My Topper taught me that. I learned to right the boat again with remorseless painful practice. It's not the end of the world to find yourself in the water with the sail on your head. Sometimes, you have to work out which way is up and down. You can be that disorientated. Breathe as much air as you can before working on getting the boat upright. Before you can get moving again you will need to find your bearings and get above water.
At times life will do that. It will take the feet from under you. Don't waste time worrying about who is watching you. Focus on deep breaths and conserving your energy for the task in hand. Wind direction changes, waves can come in all sizes and at times your skills don't quite meet the challenge. There is no shame in that. You're not responsible for what comes your way. Only for how you choose to respond to it. We need to remember that! Don't waste time on being humiliated by life. Instead, fill your days with times worth remembering.
"It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live."
Marcus Aurelius (Roman Emperor from 161 to 180 AD)
