The differences in our approaching to calculating tidal drift was obvious as soon as the starter horn sounded as we watched the boys heading off on a bearing for Portugal! They quickly pulled away but we had mentally prepared ourselves for that and stuck to our tortoise and hare game plan. I was delighted that they were ahead of us as that way they could not follow our course, which I had every confidence in to take us directly to Wissant, France.
Our pace was fast but controlled at 62 strokes per minute. The GPS in front of me was fluctuating from 5.5knots and 6.5knots, significantly more than I had hoped we would manage. I prayed that it wasn’t just everyone getting carried away with the moment and that we would be able to sustain it.
By the end of the first hour I had my proof. We had sustained the pace and a sub-four hours crossing now seemed within reach – unbelievable! The boys, way off to our right, were only just visible in the foggy haze that was sitting over the Channel.
But they ceased to be a concern for us as our attention turned to the SW shipping lane that we were crossing. A huge red-hulled tanker was munching through the water towards us. Emma the helm called a power piece and we pushed the rate up. We were storming along with such strength that we easily passed in front of the tanker. Another victory to boost our confidence.