Round the world racer Pete Goss dreamed of cruising with his wife, Tracey, and bought a yacht to sail the world. He looks back at the delicious unfurling of life at a gentler paceAll photos: Jason PickeringOut of the blackness a breaking crest makes itself known with an alien glow of tumbled phosphorescence and roars past. This is not what we expected when we set off on the glamour leg of our circumnavigation from Lanzarote to Antigua. Friends of ours set sail a month earlier and all their pictures are of the bimini up, sundowners being enjoyed, and fishing.
\nBe clear about this, I\u2019m not complaining. As an army sergeant once said to me: \u201cIf you\u2019re looking for sympathy you\u2019ll find it somewhere in the dictionary between shit and syphilis \u2013 get on with it, son.\u201d
\nI\u2019m very conscious, as I write, that we\u2019re on a dream trip, sailing an amazing yacht called Pearl in celebration of our 30th wedding anniversary. The kids have left home and we want to grab this window, before grandchildren arrive, to explore the world. Having hung up my competitive boots it\u2019s time to have a look at those amazing places I have rushed past while racing.
\n\u201cPearl just runs with the wave, straight and true\u201d
\nAnother wave lifts the stern. I can sense the bow is buried deep. It\u2019s that pregnant pause when all sorts of forces compete for control of the boat and the outcome is out of your hands. Your fate lies in the past, a designer\u2019s pen scratching out a concept, a build team that decided to make something to be proud of. A boat that, when a stranger walks past, their natural inclination is to run their hand along it in appreciation of the curves.
\nAll the elements and bits of equipment that make up our new yacht, a Garcia Exploration 45, just seem to sit together in harmony. There isn\u2019t that one angle or bolted bit of equipment that jars. She stops people in their tracks.
\nThe moment is upon us and Pearl, seemingly docile, just runs with the wave, straight and true. The B&G autopilot doesn\u2019t need to labour as we surf off at 17 knots. The glow of the instruments gives me a sense of the cockpit and I feel safe but not lulled.
\nI have done enough sailing to know these to be dangerous conditions but I also revel in the transformation in Pearl once the centreboard is up. All lateral resistance moves aft to the rudders and there is no keel to trip us up. As we race down that treacherous liquid slope, a broach couldn\u2019t be further from my mind. A smile spreads across my face, but then I hear a phone ring.
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Coastguard calling
\nIt\u2019s the Iridium Pilot and MRCC Falmouth calling. My immediate thought is that one of our EPIRBs has gone off. I glance at the main one but it\u2019s secure in its mount waiting patiently for that moment that we all hope will never come. Is it one of our lifejackets?
\nBut this thought is swept away as the Coastguard officer explains that one of the Atlantic Rowing boats is in trouble. I give our position, explain that we have all the medical support they might wish for and they put us on standby as they explore options.
\nI finish by saying that if the casualties are to windward they shouldn\u2019t tarry, for to fight back in this will be tough and take a long time. It brings back memories of the time when I rescued Raphael Dinelli during the 1996 Vende\u0301e Globe \u2013 it\u2019s a similar time of the year. I feel for those poor souls in a small rowing boat out in this night of nights.
\nWhen you\u2019re in no particular hurry the sun is bound to come out sooner or later
\nTracey and I feel confident as we brace ourselves mentally. We spent a long time choosing Pearl. She is what we think of as a \u2018Land Rover of the Sea with a BMW interior\u2019, a blend of our differing expectations.
\nTracey has done little sailing: when we set sail across the Bay of Biscay in December she had only done two separate night sails. People ask if she is afraid, to which she answers: \u201cI don\u2019t really know what to be afraid of so, no, I\u2019ll keep an open mind and deal with things as they come along.\u201d
\nGiven this lack of experience, her priority is for our yacht to be a home, whereas mine is for a safe, functional platform. With Pearl I can sit with a glass of red in one hand and an inflatable globe in the other and know there is nowhere we can\u2019t go.
\nPete\u2019s new office space aboard his Garcia Exploration 45
\nWe want to sweep up the tropical gems of the Caribbean and Pacific but we are also drawn to the rough diamonds of the extreme north and south. Places such as Alaska, the Chilean fjords and South Georgia all call in their own way.
\nTracey loves wildlife and is excited by the opportunity of being able to see these places in the flesh as opposed to on an electronic box in the living room. We have a loose time frame of five years so Pearl really is to be our home; she has to do more than offer utilitarian function.
\nShe must be warm, pleasing to the eye below, have a double bed, a good galley and, above all, she mustn\u2019t be a \u2018cave\u2019, as Tracey describes most boats. Tracey just doesn\u2019t understand why you would design something to transport you to an exotic bay and then live down below.
\nPete and Tracey at home in Pearl\u2019s saloon, which proves ideal both for day to day living and world cruising
\nOurs must have an all-round view, much like a catamaran. I was looking for a strong, safe platform about 45ft LOA: big enough to go anywhere but small enough for us to sail two-handed with ease. We both wanted the layout to give us a private cabin with en-suite \u2013 we have done with camping on a boat. For privacy, this should be separated from a double guest cabin and separate heads by the saloon and galley.
\nI wanted a robust aluminium hull with watertight bulkheads, twin rudders, and a centreboard to reduce draught and open up shallow areas, but give directional stability off the wind. Drying out should be easy. She should have lots of stowage, a big capacity for fuel and water, and be well insulated.
\nNothing quite fitted the bill and so I started a detailed design brief knowing that we were, once again, going to have to build our own boat. That was exciting on the one hand but from experience it\u2019s a much bigger undertaking than most people realise, so we started to steel ourselves for a lot of work and stress.
\nPearl offers plenty of comfortable aft cockpit space for relaxation
\nUntil, in Dubai of all places, Yachting World came to the rescue. I was delayed on return from a job in Australia, and treated myself to a copy of the magazine \u2013 and there was a Garcia on the front cover. She had something that immediately drew me in.
\nHere was the culmination of Jimmy Cornell\u2019s lifetime of long distance cruising and 15,000 detailed surveys of others\u2019 bluewater lessons. Her DNA was impeccable and she fitted the picture in my mind. It was so exciting; I called Tracey to say that I had stumbled across the yacht of our dreams.
\nAll this offered us comfort as I started to visualise the possible outcomes of a rescue. How would we pick the rowing team up? What if there was serious injury? Where would we make the sick bay? Would we have to divert to Cape Verde, and if we did it\u2019d be a very rough ride. It might it be better to keep going to Antigua, trading time for stability.
\nAnd the pickup would be difficult. Hope we can wait for dawn. I wonder what experience the casualties have? They\u2019re amazing people, many launching themselves into the Atlantic with very little knowledge, but naivety can be both an asset and a threat.
\nIt reminded me of my early days of learning the ropes through lessons that no experienced sailor would countenance. Bravo to them and their zest for life.
\nBut it transpired we were not called upon so we surge off into the night, relieved yet in some way disappointed at the same time. There must be help closer to hand than us, but you can\u2019t help thinking that it would have been good to help.
\nA grey crossing of Biscay
\nIn at the deep end
\nWe have a week of strong winds, big seas and thermals. I can\u2019t believe it, this isn\u2019t what I sold Tracey after the ordeal of the Bay of Biscay in December. We left Guernsey \u2013 had to \u2013 at a time when most boats are laid up and sensible heads are below the parapet. Production schedules dictated our launch.
\nA grim night saw us off Ushant pushing spring tides, 30 knots of wind and rain. It was one of those forecasts you know will be a challenge but won\u2019t get out of hand. If we didn\u2019t bite the bullet we would be trapped by a fortnight of gales.
\nWe, or more to the point Tracey, would just have to suck it up in the interests of the overall plan. That was all well and good in the marina but it broke my heart to find her ill and in tears as I came below for a moment\u2019s respite in the early hours. This was going to be a single-handed night. I\u2019m happy to carry the weight as she adapts.
\nThe weather improves and we find ourselves able to have breakfast in the cockpit as we close Finisterre, albeit in thermals. Suddenly, it dawns on us that we have done the right thing, this leap of faith with no return.
\nIt takes us nine days to make Lanzarote and it\u2019s with some pride that we moor up and I initiate Tracey into the traditional ending of a long passage, namely a bar and a steak.
\nOn reflection, it\u2019s been good and we look forward to sailing to Antigua. It takes five days to feel ready for the off and we sail into conditions that exceed the forecast until Christmas Day when it suddenly turns. Yet I hesitate to say we have hit the Trades.
\nWe\u2019re in shorts and M&S have offered up a shockingly good Christmas dinner with all the trimmings. We open presents from the kids and have a lovely day, which ends with a sundowner in the cockpit.
\nOld Father Christmas knew what we were wishing for. We have made it through the rough stuff, we feel blooded, the three of us. Cheers Pearl; proud of you, Tracey.
\nPearl\u2019s maiden Atlantic voyage: Guernsey to Antigua
\nIt takes a while for a novice to settle into a long spell at sea. There\u2019s a key moment when they stop focusing on the destination and realise that it\u2019s all about enjoying the moment. Making the most of the little things that a simple life has to offer, real things. It\u2019s a truth that the rat race is keen to stifle with its insatiable hunger for consumption.
\nWe are out here to see the world but also to escape the madness of modern life. We want to spend our money on memories not things. But the transition takes time and at times feels alien. This is our life now. We\u2019re not flying home from Antigua.
\nMy diary isn\u2019t booked up years ahead. I have some writing and the odd job but it\u2019s enough to be fun and adequate to help us along our way. As my Dad used to say: \u201cYou might think you own things but you don\u2019t. The only thing you truly own is time. Now spend it wisely.\u201d
\nAnd so the days settle into an easy routine that makes the best of our strengths. Tracey still doesn\u2019t like the nights. She gives me a few hours\u2019 sleep after supper and I\u2019m happy to cover until dawn with the odd catnap. We always sit together with a cuppa for the sunrise and, of course, a sundowner at dusk.
\nThis is the life: sundowners for Pete and Tracey
\nTracey\u2019s knowledge grows as I revel in the liberation of cruising. I don\u2019t have to keep the boat on the edge or drive myself to the limits. I can sit back, read, write, play Scrabble, chill out to music, have a hot shower. And I can\u2019t believe I\u2019m saying this, but I can have an ice cream too!
\nA week out from Antigua the wind eases at 0400. It\u2019s time for a spinnaker. I leap into action and am about to give Tracey a shout when it strikes me that it can wait until dawn. Those last couple of hours\u2019 sleep for Tracey are worth more than the couple of miles we might gain. It really doesn\u2019t matter when we get to Antigua.
\nRestorative powers of the sea
\nI grab a coffee and watch the sun push the stars aside, feeling completely relaxed and at one with the world again. The ocean has restored me. It\u2019s taken a while to shake the exhaustion that comes with depleted batteries. You know that feeling: when you wake up more tired after a night\u2019s sleep than when you went to bed.
\nPearl\u2019s galley
\nThat was the reality when we set out, for leaving took more out of us than we could have imagined. Breaking away from a life is tough; many things need addressing that you couldn\u2019t foresee. They\u2019re often small things, but when added up they\u2019re significant and draining.
\nLike Gulliver tied down in Lilliput, we are bound by thousands of unseen ties and they all need severing, emotionally and practically.
\nThe kids, parents and close friends are the fabric of our life. Are we being selfish? Our house needs to be sold. It all needs thinking about and squaring away.
\nAlthough this is our trip it\u2019s also a family event, with the kids queuing up to parachute in. They can join this five-year adventure whenever and wherever they fancy. We will pop home for at least a month a year and, modern communications mean that it\u2019s not quite like my parents had to endure when our family emigrated to Australia when I was a child.
\nIt\u2019s another lovely day. Dolphins welcome the dawn and we have had a tern circling the boat as it eyes up a perch but can\u2019t quite build up the courage to go for it. It has an aerodynamic beauty enhanced by a delicate streamer tail \u2013 we have a book on ocean birds and the time to read it.
\nLunch is served and suddenly there\u2019s a big spout in our wake, close enough to hear. The thrill is off the scale and we dance about in excitement. It\u2019s a couple of 30ft minke whales. They\u2019re known to be inquisitive and are very nosey. They stay with us for a couple of days, coming to within feet of the hull and at times swimming with their heads out of the water as if checking out the topsides. The ocean isn\u2019t as lonely as you might think.
\nPearl at anchor in Falmouth Harbour, Antigua
\nBut come the end we\u2019re ready to stop, so I shout \u201cLand ho!\u201d with great gusto as Antigua rises ahead of us out of the haze.
\nWe\u2019ve timed it perfectly. We arrive late afternoon and as we turn towards Falmouth Harbour we can smell the scent of an exotic island like perfume after so long at sea. We pick up a mooring, crack open a bottle of champagne, revel in the companionable silence, the stillness, the lifting of 24-hour responsibility. It\u2019s a magic moment as the sun sets behind the bay.
\nSpecial things in life must be earned and the toil has been a pleasure. Not a single cross word has been spoken. I think we\u2019ll take to this new life. And lying ahead of us now there is so much to see.
\nAbout the author<\/p>\n
Pete Goss is a former Royal Marine and adventurer who has competed in the OSTAR, TWOSTAR, been a skipper in the British Steel Challenge round the world race, the Vende\u0301e Globe, Transat Jaques Vabre and the Route du Rhum.
\nHe built the lugger Spirit of Mystery and sailed her from the UK to Australia, and has kayaked round Tasmania, led four expeditions to the North Pole, and is an Associate Fellow at Sa\u00efd Business School, Oxford University. But most importantly, he says, he is husband to Tracey and father to Alex, Olivia and Eliot.<\/p>\n
First published in the April 2018 edition of Yachting World.
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Round the world racer Pete Goss dreamed of cruising with his wife, Tracey, and bought a yacht to sail the world. He looks back at the delicious unfurling of life at a gentler paceAll photos: Jason PickeringOut of the blackness … <\/p>\n