After six weeks solid nagging from Malcolm I have finally been persuaded to write about our experiences on the ‘competent crew’ course. Not sure that this will be of benefit to anybody, but hey – here goes.
Arrived at the school at teatime on Sunday. Felt mostly nervous and this wasn’t eased any by being the only girl amongst a fairly motley selection of blokes. There was ‘hairy Malcolm’ who we all know and love! John, an older chap (well older than us anyway) who seemingly had lots of experience. Ian, a very organised ex military police person now working in the NHS and Duncan the skipper who looked very chilled dressed in beach bum/surfer dude/not yachty sailor type togs.
Following the formal paperwork we were all dispatched to load the boat with food, clothes and other important stuff. We were given a safety briefing, sleeping arrangements were made and we were off. Too scary for words!