Monday, October 5th, 2015.
Today I woke up and was full of worries. Is it really smart, that I buy a boat? That I set out sailing? Singlehanded? That I sail across the Bay of Biscay? 350 miles from Brest. Or the longer route from England – 500 miles. Days at sea. Doubts. A lot of them.
But should I stop chasing this dream because of doubts? Pospone it until maybe sometime. Whentime? I don’t know.
It was already staring to get bright outside, but I did try and manage to fall asleep again for a short while before the alarm woke me up for hockey practice.
(Cover image: bad weather on board of the Tres Hombres)