Rowing The Atlantic
I was heralded “…Britain’s latest sporting heroine” (The Times) when the media worldwide went crazy for the story of the 5ft4″ petite novice rower (me!) who rowed solo across the Atlantic after my then husband, a 6ft5″ top-level club oarsman, was rescued from our boat after developing an uncontrollable fear of the ocean. With no safety boat, the risks were enormous but I focussed on the words ‘Choose Your Attitude’ to keep me going.
I loved life at sea in my ’ickle 23 foot plywood boat. I knew I could make it, even though no-one else truly believed it was possible. The 3300 mile journey was initially supposed to take us 6 weeks, but alone it took me 3 ½ months. The dangers were my one constant – 30 foot waves, force 8 squalls and sharks, while having to dodge tankers that came too close for comfort!