Team Building

Unfortunately, because we are so geographically dispersed as a team and because Clipper hadn't highlighted the date of the Team Building weekend, not many of us could make it. However, we rose to the challenge and had UK and Canada based events in order to increase the opportunity to meet our fellow crew members.

For the UK event, we went to the Oxford Wakeboard & Ski Club. Having never water skied I didn't hold out much hope of success! Hal went first as he organised the weekend and of course blasted round the lake as he had learnt to water ski when he was younger. The bar was set high, but it would soon be lowered!

We had a choice of skiing or wakeboarding. Apparently skiing is easier to get up, but harder to stay up when compared to wakeboarding. I chose wakeboarding. We went out in pairs on the boat, a little beast of a thing. Eecole went first and unfortunately, proved to be quite good as well, managing to do two circuits of the lake on one occasion.

So now it was my turn. To start with, you hold the pole that sticks out from the side of the boat and on the second attempt, I managed to stay up and go the length of the lake. Then it was time to try the rope off the back. I managed to get up out of the water once for about two seconds, but that was all I could manage.

This was followed by a BBQ, for which we were joined by our sponsor ClipperTelemed+, who came bearing beer and wine, which was nice.

After the BBQ we played some team building games and discussing our goals and objectives as a team. Having got all serious, it was time to wind down again, so a two mile walk was embarked upon to the nearest pub!

Having borrowed my friend's massive tent, when we got back from the pub, we all huddled in it for another hour or so chatting and drinking some more.

In the morning, we packed our tents and Hal guided us to a nice little cafe on the banks of the Thames for breakfast, from which we made our respective ways home. We all got to know each other a little more and had a good time in the process.

Level 4 Training

That's it, all done. All the training has been completed. Now wait until 31st August to put it all into practice for real, for the very first time. Am I ready for this? Well yes, I believe I am. I'm not scared, just perhaps buoyed with nervous excitement.

The Level 4 training week was a bit of a mixed bag to be honest. Clipper billed this week as being at sea for the whole racing against other boats along with a few exercises such as boat to boat transfers. Being at sea all week just meant that we weren't allowed to go into a marina, which meant we spend three nights at anchor. This was not well received by the crew, exasperated by the awful procedure for lowering the anchor. As the 70 has no bow roller, the anchor and chain have to be lowered over the guardrail. This is not only difficult, but also has a huge potential for an accident.

The first day was spent getting familiar with the boat again as well as getting to know some of the people we will be sailing with. Luckily we were all ClipperTelemed+ crew on our boat, whereas most of the other were a mixture of two different crew. This lead to our first night at anchor!

Next day we were unable to retrieve said anchor as the warp had got wrapped round the keel. In the end our only option was to let the warp go, but we tied a floating line to the end so that we could retrieve it. Unfortunately, the floating line didn't do the one thing it was supposed to do!

However, things got better as we rendezvoused with the six other boats and practiced Le Man and standard race starts before heading off the Le Harve. I had noticed on the second day that my scopoderm patch had fallen off, so I started taking Stugeron tablets, however, as soon as I got up on the third morning seasickness got me. I struggled to get on desk, but even that was no good, so I ended up on the saloon floor with a bucket. Luckily, by the afternoon the sea state improved and I came back to life.

The boat was sailing well and we could tell she was a fast boat. In the last race she was GREAT Britain, which probably would have won if it wasn't for the number of penalties they got! Then as we were on our way from Weymouth back to the Isle of White, we snagged a lobster pot. We then spent the next couple of hours trying to shack it loose. Ironically, this was only achieved by drifting over another pot, which dragged the first one off!

The following day we started another race down to Weymouth and back. It was a bright sunny day with light winds all the way down. As my watch started, the skipper asked to the Code 1 to be brought up on deck ready for hoisting after we round the mark. As we rounded the mark, the wind went from 5 knots to 25 knots in a matter of minutes! This resulted in the skipper screaming for the Code 1 to be put back below before it got blown off the deck.

A little later I took over the helm. By now it was pitch black and we were healed over doing 12+ knots - what fun! Then I looked up the mast to see the windx and saw the stars and I was just in awe at their beauty. After my shift on the helm, I just lay on the deck for 5 minutes just looking at the stars.

The wind did some funny things over the next 24 hours, ranging from nothing to a good old blow! The following day we finally manage to get the kit up with a struggle, only to have to bring it straight back down!

The next day was our last. The morning was scheduled for the boat tow and other exercises. This started well, with us being the towed boat. When it was our turn to get ready to do the towing at became apparent that everyone had drained their main water tanks. However, as we had three fully Jerry cans of water. We prepared to do a transfer with the boat with the least amount of water. Their first attempt at heaving a line fell short. Their second attempt landed on one of our instruments cracking the screen!

Once the transfer was completed, we restarted the towing exercise, which is when it all started to go horribly wrong. As we were maneuvering round the other boat we ended up smashing into their stern quarter and as the skipper was trying to prevent this happening the throttle/gear selector broke with the engine full-throttle in reverse!

The team lept into action with Doug shutting
down the throttle and putting the drive into neutral. We then spent the next hour working on a jury rig to get us back to Gosport. This was achieved be creation of a speaking tube and Nick controlling the throttle and gear selection from the lazarrete. Once the Clipper maintenance team had fitted a new lever, we return to the Solent to complete our exercises before finally anchoring (however, not before suffering loss of steering) for the last time.

It was a very eventful week!

Crew Allocation Day

The second most important day in the whole process, that's how Clipper bill it. The day in which you find out who your skipper is, who your crew mates are and if you are lucky, your boat sponsor.

I could have gone down to Portsmouth Saturday morning, but that would have meant loosing an opportunity for a warm-up session on Friday! Luckily I was working from home on Friday, so I managed to sneak off a little early and catch a train. My room mate Mike, had already arrived and was enjoying the sights and having a prewarm-up  or two.

Once I got to Portsmouth it was quick check-in and off to find the red jackets. Were we the only two wearing ours? Well it appeared so, everyone else was keeping a low profile, though we did find a few more Clipperati red jackets as the evening wore on. That's not to say nobody was about though as the beers and nips flowed gently through the evening whilst catching with familiar, as well as the occasional new face.

The 5 minute walk to the Guild Hall saw a mass of red jackets. Bumped into Tim from Level 3 inside and he showed a copy of the first of his articles for the Scunthorpe Telegraph on his Clipper adventure.

The other big question waiting to be answered was, were was the race start going to be? Thankfully this was answered and it was London. What a relief - friends and family can easily attend.

Once the updates had been provided, it was finally time to meet the skippers and find out who were you going to be sailing with. Each skipper stood up and read out half their crew with the process repeated for the second half of the crew.

Mike's name was called second and as the skippers progressed, so other familiar names were called out, but not mine. The process started for a second time and the tension in my stomach became tighter. Diane Reed stood up for a second time and finally my names was called - and relax!

A branded boat as well. When the process was finished, we all went into separate rooms to start the bonding process. So Diane is Canadian, the sponsor is half-Canadian so guest what? So are half the crew. So you could say this is the Canadian boat. After spending a few hours talking about who we were, our goals and starting to get to know each other, it was time for the mass photo on the steps of the Guild Hall.

After the picture, it was then time to loosen up at the bar! The only problem was it was now 6ish on a Saturday in Portsmouth and 600+ excited red jacketed people descended in the pubs. This stage wasn't too bad as the teams were told to go to specific pubs in order to spread us out, but we were still just general public and had to fit in were we could. After a couple of beers it was then time to find somewhere to eat, but who would have room for 25 people at 7:30 on a Saturday when there was another 11 teams floating about?

Luckily Coast-To-Coast squeezed us in a space upstairs and all was well, though for some, it was bit of a shock.

Level 3 Training

And I finally get to play with a Clipper 70!

There were only seven crew on my Level 3, so why was that out of the several hundred that are going through the training, I knew all bar one of the others!

Our skipper was Matt Mitchell, skipper of Mission Performance in the previous race. It was good to hear his side of the story and for those that don't know what that is:-

Mission Performance are a business that specializes in team building and team performance enhancing. The irony is that the boat Mission Performance came last.

So why should that be? As with most things in life, this is not a simple answer as it would appear a number factors were at play here. One of the big issues though, was that were running with minimum crew on most legs. This of course puts a lot more strain on all involved.

As for the Level 3 training, it was great to finally sail a Clipper 70. Though only 2 foot longer than the previous Clippers, the design is very different, the chief one being a very wide stern with twin helm. These are down wind sailors and also design to sail at 45 degrees, which make it "fun".

The main objective of Level 3 is to learn how to handle an asymmetric spinnaker. My personal objective was to manage my seasickness. Were these objective met?

The sailing bit is easy. Well, when I say easy, I mean that is is a mechanical processes. Pull the correct ropes at the right time and things will generally be fine. Rigging a spinnaker takes a bit of thought as all the lines have to run outside and on top of everything else. We also learnt the hitchy-hitchy-twisty-twisty-hitchy-hitchy knot. A better name for this knot is defiantly required! As my leading of a kit hoist was fairly successful and I returned home with man-hands again, yes I think the first objective was achieved.

For the seasickness, on this occasion I tried the patches and on the whole, I think they worked. We didn't have that much weather during the course, but I did start to feel queasy when trying to cook dinner in a F8, so bailed out from finishing the job in order to maintain my health. So jury probably needs to be convinced on this one.

The USS Theodore Roosevelt - it is massive! 

I Get A New Jacket!

10th January and we all converge in London for another crew briefing. This time is different to the other briefings though. This time:

• We get the first of our official clothing, a red jacket with logos and RACE CREW on the back
• We have our official publicity photos taken
• We are addressed by Sir Robin for the first time.

We also got to find out more about the details of the race route. So much of it is still to be confirmed as contract negotiations continue around the world. Most importantly we found out that race start is 30th August, from a south coast port.

This time though, Leg 1 is a good old drag race from the UK to Rio with no stops in between.

After the official stuff, it was of course, time for a drink! Roll on 25th April for crew allocation day, but before that L3 training in March - can't wait.

Christmas 2014

So it's Christmas time again. How many Clipper Christmases is that now - three? This means that this time next it will be all over for me. How do I feel about that? Not too sure really. On the plus side I will be able to call myself an ocean sailor and will have experienced all the good and bad aspects that such a trip brings, I would have been to somewhere in Brazil and celebrated big time and would returned home to family and friends.

On the downside I would have waved the fleet good by until summer 2016 when we welcome them home.

So it's Christmas time again. Time to celebrate another year successfully navigated. Levels 1 & 2 completed. I had plan to do Level 3 in October, but a change of job meant this had to be rearranged for 2015. Unfortunately, I couldn't make the official Clipper Christmas drink and the end of November, but did go to Hardys for the meal that Ali arranged. Three 11-12ers also joined us, so we got some good insights and tips into the whole experience. It would appear that bread making is one of the key skills to be mastered. A little something to learn as a new year's resolution perhaps?

The following Friday was another event organised by Emily at The Dickens Inn. We seem to gravitate to this place quite a lot! Every time a group of us meets, its a good mixture of familiar faces as well as new ones. Emily and I meet for the first time having only previously only hailed each other from our respective yachts as we passed on the Medway.

Simon, a newish member of Clipper had gone to the Clipper drinks the previous week (and by the sounds of it had only just got home!) commented on how there were five standard questions we all asked each other when we were doing the pleasantries. But then that is we are most likely to do - ask what your name is, what legs, have you sailed before etc. We also had someone signed up for the 17-18 race come to soak up the atmosphere. And the best bit of all this year I didn't fall asleep on the train and miss my stop!

Clipper 13-14 Homecoming

The fun started 12:00 11th July with lunch at The Anchor in the company of Roz and new Clipper buddy Gary. A nice couple of hours spent catching up with Roz and getting to know Gary. Then just as we were thinking of heading over the river to the Little Ships Club a trepid lady came over to us, "Are you Roz, Chris & Gary?" said Maggie.

Turns out Maggie has just signed up for Clipper 17-18 and managed to track us down by the power of the 15-16 FB group. It was really nice to meet someone in the next group and to see they felt the same way we did back all those years ago when we signed up for 15-16!

We got to TSC and met up with more old friends and said hello to new ones. David then called us to our seats and we looked forward to finding out more about our race. A great video was played of the 13-14 race leaving San Fransico - full sails, healed over, creaming along, very evocative.

David's message; The 13-14 crew have just 24 hours of glory left, on Sunday the focus would shift to us, we would be the race! That was quite a powerful message. Other than that we didn't really learn much about our race, other than the start would be mid August give or take a week.

Saturday morning boarded a spectator boat with our freinds Sue & Gary. The spectator boats headed down river to meet up with the Clipper flotila approx 1 mile east of the Woolwich ferry. Lots of shouting, cheering and waving between the boats. What a great river trip!

The spectator boats dropped us off allowing us to greet the boats onto St Kats. They came in one by one to great cheers, but the biggest was saved for Henri Lloyd, the winner, who came in with flares blazing.

Now that the 13-14 race was over, Henri Lloyd were selling 15-16 branded wear. Not that I needed anything, but there was now way I was leaving without my first piece of official branded race clothing, so a rash top was purchased, which I prodly wore Sunday when we went round Tate Modern!

After a great weekend welcoming home the 13-14 race, plus celebrating our freind Paul's birthday, Monday came down with a bit of bump. I felt quite low, dispondent with no motivation. The FB group chatter indicated that I was not the only one suffering with "Yellowbrick Withdrawal Syndrom" as it is known as.

Only another year to go!