New partners, 11/11/2016
It’s official, Scot Free lll has selected her new owners, Mr & Mrs Cheshire of the Isle of Arran opposite Troon on the Clyde Estuary. See…
Scot Free sold yesterday and money is now ready to be transferred. I’m watching the exchange rate to choose the best moment but it’s so volatile I’m getting nervous! And they say that the two happiest days in a sailor’s life are when he buys his boat then when he sells it. I just watched my slide show of the trip and had tears in my eyes, absolutely no happiness here!
Co-incidentally I receive the first proof copies of the book of the adventure.
Rights.. Rites.. Writes of Passage. I’m doing the final edit and already I’ve sold two copies (to Mum ) This is going to be lucrative, not.
Here’s the synopsis.
‘An adventure story should be planned. The plot should be laid out meticulously with plenty of forethought about how envisaged twists and turns should be tackled in order to avoid literary impasses, or worse, boring prose. Characters need careful consideration. They should be engaging, larger than life personalities but not so that they become unbelievable. The adventure should be scripted carefully with allowances made for unforeseen contingencies.
The following is NOT an adventure story. It is the story of an adventure.
My planning consisted of a lot of escapist daydreaming before setting a more or less arbitrary date for departure, feeling physically sick when all of a sudden said day arrives and I am NOT ready but still everyone turns up to wave me goodbye. They are ready for me to go, I am not!
You can never be truly ready.
Characters, not carefully considered yet considerate appeared as if on cue and the adventure unfolded with no scripting and little ongoing planning from me. Once under-way it was like falling off a ladder. You know the end is inevitable, there is no way back and you are in free fall with nothing but pain and gore at the bottom.
Thinking about it some time afterwards I think I was lucky, inordinately lucky. I make mention in the story several times of a sense of ‘magic’ permeating Scot Free, of a sense of a living, breathing presence on board, this presence taking the form of an invisible benign protector. This sense of a presence increased during the voyage and I was not the only one who travelled on board to sense it. Re-reading some diary entries I can still recall this feeling vividly today.
It’s been a blast! And I think it’s something we all should be forced to do.
The people you meet seem to form more intense friendships, possibly because the friendship means something more than just acquaintance. You are forced to rely on them from time to time and they to rely on you. Not that you meet them in life threatening situations but certainly where they bail you out, or you them, it can often prove to be very important. It can be as important as throwing a line to a becalmed boat in the Indian Ocean to tow them into Salalah or it can be a passing comment like when Scot Free’s hydraulic tiller lost all fluid. I had reserves on board but as Jim said on the radio. “Just remember if all else fails you are floating on the biggest supply of hydraulic fluid on the planet”. Or when Ian refused to take the offer of leaving Scot free in Salalah, “I signed on for the duration, I’m not abandoning you now!
If anyone wants a copy of the book, let me know at firstname.lastname@example.org
Oh, and there are another two in the making;
Death Wish and MissAdventure.
Scot Free definitely over it and Out!