Staying on the seat was an athletic endeavor in and of itself, never mind hoisting and dousing the spinnaker — or worse — gybing the mainsail. We were drenched and freezing cold for two whole days, with the boat taking endless waves over the bow. Sitting forward as the crew does, it’s as though someone is hurling buckets of water into your face, and in no time, sunglasses are rendered useless, sunscreen is washed away, and your hands look as though they’ve been in a bath for days….
Click here to see Deborah’s adventure story as it appeared in our inaugural May 2016 issue, accompanied by the striking photography of Hew Russell.