The full Foncia team was onboard as we pulled away from Foncia HQ by the submarine base in Lorient. This was a good thing, a very good thing indeed I came to realise as 6 of us huffed and puffed in turns at the grinders in order to hoist the main. Alain had a weekend date with a Decision 35 on a Swiss lake, so after much arm waving goodbye, it was just the four of us; three to grind and one to helm as we unfurled the jib and ripped off towards the descending sun.
I was unsure at first if the crew would be comfortable with me at the helm - none of them knew me or had any idea of my experience, but Gautier’s choice of crew seemed to count for everything and after a moment’s instruction on how my priority was not the course or the wind angle, but to maintain a continuous 15kts, I was very shortly left to it. I was still having wonderful ‘I have been entirely let loose at the helm of an ORMA 60 cruising at 15kts / hold on-how did this happen?!’ thoughts when nearly two hours later, the skipper Mayeul [known affectionately as ‘Mama!’] came to relieve me. Had two whole hours really flown by? Could it be true that we had just torn 30 easy miles away before sunset?
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