Could you take on the Atlantic Ocean alone? Ed Gorman headed off on a single-handed cruise to Madeira to find out just thatAll photos: Ed GormanIt was just before midnight in the eastern fringes of the Atlantic Ocean, about 130 miles south-west of Cape Finisterre. To my right I could see an ominous wall of dense black cloud, switching off the stars as it advanced at sea level towards me.
\nThe waiting game was filling me with dread. \u201cWhat\u2019s in that thing?\u201d I thought as I furled the genoa, set the Solent staysail and put two reefs in the main. I was on the wind in 20 knots of true wind, but expecting the breeze to veer as a front came through. First, the breeze clocked up to 23, then 25 knots and the sea state turned surprisingly violent. A few minutes later the cockpit display was showing 27 knots and Albertine was charging ahead as I wrestled the third reef into place.
\nThen the shift came through as if God himself had flicked a switch and the wind increased again. At this point I completely lost my bearings \u2013 my windward from my leeward, my port from my starboard \u2013 as Albertine\u2019s bow ploughed towards the Portuguese coast. Cue a Chinese gybe, headsail flogging, sheets thrashing.
\nThe hydraulic autopilot was used for long periods of self-steering, which meant heavy reliance on batteries and recharging
\nI shouted aloud at my incompetence and took a couple of deep breaths before finally setting her up on a starboard-hand reach. \u201cI am exhausted, bewildered and very unimpressed with my response. What would I do in 37 knots?\u201d I noted in my journal as we powered south towards Madeira.
\nThe idea of going solo on the ocean had always been a dream for me. As a boy growing up in the 1960s in landlocked Warwickshire I devoured stories about Francis Chichester, Robin Knox-Johnston and Chay Blyth. Then as a journalist with The Times, I covered Ellen MacArthur\u2019s spectacular sailing career and the equally extensive exploits of men like Mike Golding and Francis Joyon.
\nLooking back, I used to think I understood the challenges and difficulties those people faced. But I was wrong. Only by doing it, even on relatively small scale (and not even racing) can you understand the psychological pressures that solo ocean sailing can bring.
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At heart it is a romantic notion: the idea of one person on a sailing boat, completely free on the vast expanse of the ocean, looking after oneself and the boat 24 hours a day, travelling alone for hundreds or thousands of miles and dealing with whatever the weather throws at you. There\u2019s a purity to it, not unlike solo mountaineering. To me, it always felt like the ultimate test.
\nFor years I sailed mainly solo around the coasts of Britain, Ireland, north-west Spain and Greece in a succession of cruising boats, always dropping anchor at night or finding a harbour to settle down in. Long passages were completed with at least one other crew on board. The notion of going offshore day after day, and doing it alone, remained a distant prospect.
\nThen I happened upon the website of an east coast cruiser named James Tomlinson. An experienced coastal sailor in his early 60s, like me, he had always wondered what it would be like to go solo properly. So last year he did it. At the helm of his Westerly Typhoon, Talisker 1, he sailed from Suffolk to Madeira and back via the Azores.
\nGorman\u2019s route tracker shows how he temporarily looped back to the Azores for repairs to problem batteries
\nI read his blogs and watched his videos of an ambitious 4,000-mile round trip. He seemed to love every minute of it and what\u2019s more he looked completely calm and in control at all times. I found myself thinking: \u201cIf he can do it\u2026\u201d
\nHaving made up my mind in an instant I ran into the kitchen to inform my bewildered wife: I was finally going to sail solo on the Atlantic.
\nTo make it a reality, the first thing I did was book her a flight to Madeira on a date in early June. From that moment on the flight became the anchor point of the whole adventure.
\nI had to be in Madeira by 10 June, when we would have a week\u2019s holiday together on the boat come what may. It sounds simple. Just sail alone to the latitude of southern Morocco and back, but I was to learn that this would be a demanding proposition from the moment I started planning it.
\nTwo years earlier I\u2019d bought a new Jeanneau Sun Odyssey 389. Albertine was quick, nimble and fun to sail. With a deep keel, single deep fin rudder and a chine in the after sections of the hull, she goes to windward beautifully and surfs fast downwind. She came with a fully battened main and 135% genoa and a Code Zero. To that I added an A3 asymmetric reaching spinnaker in a cruising chute.
\nReality bites
\nAs I began my planning, I quickly realised how much I needed to add to make Albertine fit for offshore long-distance solo sailing. My longest trip alone in the yacht so far had been from Falmouth to Cork \u2013 about 30 hours \u2013 now I was planning for anything up to 11 days non-stop.
\nStarting to think though safety issues, what could go wrong, and what spares you need, you very quickly have a huge to-do list. The extra gear I bought for Atlantic sailing was a storm jib, a third reef in the main, an inner forestay and Solent sail on hanks for big breeze upwind, a radar unit, an EPIRB and handheld GPS, spare fuel cans and the hardware for the satellite communications system IridiumGo! on which I could access the PredictWind weather service.
\nGorman makes his mark on the harbour wall at Porto Santo
\nUnlike the hardcore long-distance sailors I would go on to meet in the Azores, I planned to rely on my hydraulic integrated autopilot for self-steering, as opposed to a wind pilot. This meant that the engine would be used for charging and the state of my batteries would become an obsession.
\nTo go offshore for a long time (in my case it was a two-month trip altogether) you have to be ruthless. You have to cut the ties that secure you to the land and focus on one thing only: getting ready and being in place at your departure port on time.
\nFor me this was Falmouth, where I learnt to sail as a boy and have loved ever since. I have sailed to Cornwall from my homeport of Chichester many times but this felt different. I was taking the first steps on the most ambitious voyage I had ever attempted by a long chalk.
\nEd Gorman is a former Times journalist
\nFrom the moment I started beating up towards the Solent I was thinking about trying to sail the boat within itself \u2013 not pushing as I usually do \u2013 and thinking through every manoeuvre before I executed it to ensure I did not risk damaging the rig in any way. This was going to be a marathon not a sprint.
\nMaking the leap
\nOn the day I left the Cornish coast, the weather was foul. I had up to 25 knots across my deck as I beat out past the Lizard lost in the murk off my starboard bow. In the back of my mind I was wondering if I was about to make a complete fool of myself. But the thrill of going long-distance, single-handed was electric.
\nNot since I crossed the border illegally from Pakistan into Soviet-occupied Afghanistan as a young journalist in the mid-1980s had I experienced a similarly delicious combination of excitement, fear and adrenalin. I decided from the beginning of my planning phase to try and sail the 1,200 miles from Falmouth to Porto Santo, just east of Madeira, non-stop.
\nI had a far from ideal weather window with a slow upwind slog ahead of me and in the later stages of my eight-day voyage, a vast weather system called Storm Miguel would make its way across the North Atlantic encouraging me to get south as fast as possible. How I would cope with loneliness or manage fatigue were among the big unknowns.
\n\u2018I can\u2019t believe I have been at sea for just over a day,\u2019 I wrote in my journal off Ushant. \u2018It feels like a lifetime. I have suffered the classic \u201cfirst 48 hours\u201d baptism with sudden mood swings \u2013 moments of joy, loneliness, frustration, resignation and then\u2026 determination.\u2019
\nOn the first night I caused the only damage to the sails in the entire 3,800-mile trip when a flogging jib sheet punched a small hole in the sail when I forgot to furl it inside the inner forestay while tacking to avoid a freighter. When I discovered the damage in the morning I was furious with myself for making such a basic error.
\nFinding a rhythm
\nBut then I gradually settled down. I remembered, as I had planned, to check my position against landmarks on shore. It was not long before I had passed the latitude of Paris \u2013 I was sailing down the Champs \u00c9lys\u00e9es! It was a simple trick to measure progress on a long journey.
\nFor the first time in my long sailing career I managed to properly sleep. I could \u2018see\u2019 cargo ships on AIS and the alarm was working perfectly: it gave me the confidence to drift off in the saloon and I got into a pattern of sleeping for about an hour at a time, almost all of it at night. Overall I probably managed about four to five hours out of every 24 and never came to close to hallucinating through exhaustion.
\nCracked off on a nice east-south-easterly breeze blowing up from Biarritz, I cruised south and came within touching distance of the Spanish coast west of La Coru\u00f1a. After agonising about whether to pop into one of the Galician Rias, I decided to stick to my non-stop plan and tack back out to sea.
\nAfter nine days at sea, the island of Porto Santo was a spectacular sight off Albertine\u2019s starboard bow
\nArriving in Porto Santo was a wonderful moment; a feeling of achievement and contentment that I have rarely experienced. Like James Tomlinson and many others before me, I painted my name on the harbour wall in the traditional way. I had sailed there non-stop and discovered that precious skill in a traveller: enjoying the journey and not obsessing about arriving at my destination.
\nAfter our week\u2019s holiday on Madeira, the trip to Santa Maria should have been straightforward but a 36-hour bout of food poisoning that took hold eight hours into the four-day voyage turned it into the journey from hell. Food poisoning and going upwind solo in a monohull in the breeze is a very bad combination.
\nThe third leg proved the hardest psychologically. Unlike the voyage south there are no places to stop on the way back from the Azores to Falmouth and this caught me out a little. It is a 1,500-mile marathon and you are hundreds of miles off the coast. Charging problems with damaged batteries forced me to restart this leg three times and when I finally went for it, sailing to the Lizard in just under 11 days, I was permanently on edge about whether the pilot would have sufficient power.
\nAlbertine lies to anchor in Porto Santo harbour. \u201cNot the prettiest of spots, but that was the least of my worries. I\u2019d got there in one piece\u201d he recalls.
\nAlthough there were some huge downers (not least having to turn back to the Azores for the second time, sailing 350 miles in the process) there were exceptional moments and long periods when I tasted the joy of the soloist often accompanied by music and sea birds, as well as the dolphins, porpoises, plus the odd shark and fin whale that swam alongside.
\nOn reflection
\n\u2018Sitting in the cockpit, it\u2019s a beautiful evening with the ever-present shearwaters gliding and wheeling around the boat on a deep blue ocean in a light northerly breeze,\u2019 I wrote as I finally cleared the Azores on the way north. Watching the stunning island of S\u00e3o Miguel gradually dissolve behind me; the rich greens of the pastures and reds of the dramatic rock faces on the cliffs steadily draining of colour as Albertine heads north-west at 40\u00b0 apparent.\u2019
\nI understood that solitude is the joy of being alone and loneliness is the pain of isolation, and that the former reigns when things are going well, and the latter grabs you when the going is harder: a nasty head sea, an awful tacking angle, an engine that doesn\u2019t start, a battery that won\u2019t hold power or a body afflicted by sickness.
\nThe author on the pontoon next to Albertine at the well-run and quiet marina at Quinta do Lorde in Madeira
\nWhen I got back the first question from many was \u201cWhat next?\u201d My answer was unequivocal. I had loved \u2013 and occasionally hated \u2013 my experience alone on the Atlantic but, having done it, I have well and truly scratched that itch and will not go back alone.
\nWhat I learned from solo Atlantic sailing
\nMood swings: The trick is not to get too carried away by the highs and not sink too low in the troughs. That way you can navigate a psychological middle way that is more balanced.
\nSleep: The most important ingredient for energy, optimism and enjoyment. Whenever you can get it as a soloist, take it.
\nRadar: Don\u2019t bother with it. Offshore almost everything is on AIS. Within 30 miles of the coast you are on watch in any case.
\nFood: You can provision the boat with all sorts of dry stores but in the end all you want is fresh food and your appetite is limited anyway so don\u2019t take too much, it\u2019s just dead weight. I returned with 24 cans of baked beans and ten tins of creamed rice.
\nLight v heavy? Albertine is quite a light boat; for big seas in the Atlantic a heavier boat might suit some people more.
\nBatteries: Find out as much as you can about what you have and how they work. Go for the most powerful ones you can find that fit your designated spaces.
\nPilot: I got away with using the hydraulic autopilot but really you need something like the Hydrovane or Monitor (which I had on my previous boat and was a black art to master but superb once sorted out).
\nPredictWind: Absolutely brilliant. With this service you rarely navigate. It\u2019s all about the optimum wind angle for the next 12 hours and the routing programme helps you work that out.
\nThe Atlantic: Don\u2019t forget it\u2019s huge!
\nAbout the author
\nA former war correspondent, deputy foreign editor and deputy head of news at The Times, Ed Gorman now divides his time between writing and his responsibilities as editorial director of a sports management company.
\nFirst published in the January 2020 edition of Yachting World.
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