I’ve been working in London as a programmer for various digital agencies since 2004. Nowadays I contract for a living, so I have more freedom to choose when I work and who I work for. That’s the theory anyway.
Before taking up sailing I spent most of my time in the summer months partying or hitting festivals in my VW T25 Camper, European road trips, snowboarding, kayaking, mountain biking and hiking with my dear old friend Ben, and anyone else with a passion for fancy dress and beer. I wasn’t always as adventurous as I am now, in fact my folks sometimes comment that the little boy they knew back then was shy and quiet, that’s not to say I’m now loud and arrogant. I think two things definitely shaped me into who I am today. Uni transported me out of village life, where I had to fend for myself and generally learn how to drink like an animal. After Uni I came to London, working 5 days a week in front of a computer mean’t that I needed to balance out the monotonous daily grind, so festivals combined with road trips have always been a good release after being pent up in an office.
So its fair to say I really enjoy being outdoors and trying new things, coming from a small village I’ve adapted to city life pretty well, but it’s nice to get out sometimes. I’ve heard many people compare heading out of London back to see the folks like having a heavy weight lifted off their chests, for me it definitely feels this way.
I have a few people who I wish to thank, as without them I would have never discovered sailing, or would probably still be marina bound. Without Ben I would never have met Steph who lived on a boat in St Katharine Docks. I wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t gone to that fateful BBQ Steph was having in the marina that evening. After the BBQ I saw the immediate attraction of boat life, and a few weeks later I put a deposit down on a boat. Secondly, after passing my Day Skipper I was still very nervous. I spent months in the marina finding all sorts of excuses not to go out. Finally I met Oliver and Carlotta, who were there on my maiden voyage on Moonpenny, and later on Excalibur. Before I met Oliver and Carlotta I dream’t that one day I would sail to France. One year after meeting Oliver and Carlotta, I was being bumped around in their boat across the Bay of Biscay, and later across the Atlantic to St Lucia from the Canaries. Oliver and Carlotta have given me the courage to set my sights much further than I could have possibly imagined, and the life experience we’ve shared in the early days have be invaluable. So a big thanks to them and many other people along the way who have provided advice, company and boat counselling.
One day I hope to live in a wooden cabin in a forest.