
The last challenge we faced before the end of the race, after bobbing around in the North Channel off Portpatrick and struggling up past Jura, Mull and Lismore, was to pass the bottleneck at Corran. Mike was steering and the tide had turned. The current was getting steadily stronger and the tide was falling. We tried on the starboard side of the channel and bounced back off a rock. Then we tried further out in the tide. Too strong. Stormer and Torbellino came up and took our wind and sneaked past with superior boat speed. Dismayed we dropped back to regroup and have a think about it. Then in the distance we saw the cheering sight of Kithros 2 with her Topsham SC spinnaker up rowing feverishly towards us. We decided to watch the masterclass and see if we could get any tips from Uncle Bill. The crew of Kithros collectively had about 25 years of Three Peaks yacht racing to our six. Creeping up the port side on the eddy they made it through in one go followed by the Helly Hansen girls we had been battling with all night. We tucked in behind them and followed them through, heart in mouth as we scraped past the ferry. With a sigh of relief we picked up the first of a chain of katabatic gusts and set off up the Loch again. Thanks Bill!



























The team have been focusing and in the zone for the race – this means they only grunt when they phone and texts give little away. These pictures of the team taken after a sail in a gale and 4 hours sleep and show they are clearly finely tuned athletes at the top of their game(!). A few foibles have been revealed Kate refuses to get up unless she has filter coffee, Pete, as part of an ancient Marines ritual, throws lettuce and imaginary tea leaves over the side and Mike is growing a beard and demands repeat photos until he is looking his best.