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<td><font face=verdana,ariel #333300 size=3><b>Saturday 26th July, 2003 - Day One - Launch Day</b></font>
<br><font face=verdana,ariel #333300 size=2><i>Weather: Overcast<br>Leg: Emsworth, UK to Cowes, Isle of White<br>Distance: 20.5 miles</i></font>
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<td align=left valign=top><img src=images/001.jpg alt="Pontoon at Emsworth Harbour where water taxi takes crew to Ramprasad" width=300 height=200 align=left valign=middle border=1><font face=verdana size=2 #333300>Invariably some mixed feelings on day one. Said goodbye to Mum on the pontoon before catching One-Tooth-Sid’s river taxi to the boat.<br><br><img src=images/002.jpg alt="Fellow crew members and family have a few beers at the helm" width=300 height=200 align=right valign=middle border=1> <br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Conny, Lorraine and I were joined on deck with our respective family members for a farewell beer... <br><br>
<img src=images/003.jpg alt="Jamie making a few nervous jokes" width=300 height=200 align=left valign=middle border=1>
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...with Lorraine’s dad and my dad having a good snoop around Ramprasad to ensure the vessel is ship-shape!
<img src=images/004.jpg alt="The Cockpit, ready for take off" width=200 height=133 align=right valign=middle border=1>
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<img src=images/005.jpg alt="The restaurant. Note stainless steel shaft, which is base of mast and around which the table slides up above Sam's head" width=300 height=200 align=left valign=middle border=1>
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<img src=images/006.jpg alt="...and they're off - sideways. Good luck guys" width=200 height=133 align=right valign=middle border=1>
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After saying goodbye we pretty much set sail straightaway for our first destination, The Isle of Wight.
<br><br>Sailing for the first time in a while was sensory overload. Forgot every single knot I’d ever learnt (all three of them) and realised that my shower-proof mac doesn’t cut the mustard in the slashing rain.
<img src=images/007.jpg alt="Tea and vomit anyone?" width=300 height=200 align=left valign=middle border=1>
<br><br>Then there’s down-below. For the uneducated going ‘down-below’ on a yacht whilst at sea is not only difficult because of the way the boat rocks, but is a sure-fire way of getting sea-sick. The best way to get rid of sea-sickness is to get up on deck and look at the horizon. Why then did I volunteer to make some tea and toast in the galley within an hour of setting sail? You’re supposed to wait a couple of days before getting your sea-legs! Actually, I did alright. Got a bit dizzy but I saw it through and managed to pull it off, even if it did take approx. 46 mins to make each slice of toast. In case it wasn’t obvious cooking on a boat is hard work, especially when everything is tilting at 30 degrees.
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On our way to the Isle of Wight we did some trolling, which is hanging a fishing line out the back of the boat whilst moving along. Low and behold we caught two mackerel, which I unhooked and killed, whilst Sam gutted them and Conny filleted. When docked at Cowes I knocked up a mackerel and chick pea curry, a variation on Zoe’s mushroom and chick-pea recipe.<br><br>
<img src=images/009.jpg alt="The nerves start to show"width=300 height=200 align=left valign=middle border=1>
Whilst the food went down well I think there was still a lot of first day nerves, at least for me. Had I made the right decision to leave the comfortable surroundings of home? What’s Sam really like when it’s blowing a force 7 in 20ft waves? Would I get on with Conny and Lorraine? Is sailing for me anyway? After all I’ve only ever done this once before and that was with people I knew. These and many more questions continued to race through my mind when we got the river taxi to Cowes and rounded our first day off with a walk down the promenade and a couple of beers.
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