Ahead of the century at sea – which will happen on Sunday, August 4th, I wanted to write about something very special.
One hundred days alone is quite a mind-boggling concept, even for me, mostly because days merge into one and, unless something major happened which caused me to write it up on the cabin wall, the past three and a bit months have merged into a seemless blur.
Day 22, 33 and 63 were all capsizing days and there is a big list of the 40 plus days I have been on sea anchor. We passed Rosie HQ on day 14 and were 1000 miles from Japan on Day 25 after riding the Kuroshio express. On Day 58 we first crossed over 165E and have been back and forth over it a few times since. Likewise with 170 degrees East – by the time you read this blog I shall be on the ‘wrong’ side of it. Day 37 was the first fabulous ocean swim and day 50 was the less brilliant one in which I hurt my neck on account of the fish.
Every other day of the voyage but one is part of that blurry parade of days, memories perhaps distinct but days certainly not. Except Day 66, which was July 1st.
For on that day my life changed forever. As normal, I rang my girlfriend Lucy to wake her up in the morning and then I followed up with a second call a few hours later, words bursting out over my Iridium satellite phone. I asked Lucy to marry me – twice, because she didn’t hear me the first time – and with a whoop and a holler and lots of shrieking, she said yes.
So for the last 30 odd days I have been the self-appointed happiest person on the Pacific, bubbling with excitement and spending many hours grinning and doing happy tears, sharing the news with family and friends. I have also been doing my best to keep it secret from my blogs and tweets, while said nearest and dearest were told.
It is funny how life deals you surprises and you never can tell what – or who – is around the corner. I never imagined that my L2L story would turn into a love story or that I would ever get engaged while alone in a boat miles out to sea. As I said at Rosie HQ, I am grateful for her messing up our party last year, for everything it taught me and mostly for bringing me together with Luce. Both ladies have changed my life forever and for this I am a very, very happy rower.
Now, more than ever, I am keen for the cheeky east winds to go and play elsewhere, for my fiancée is waiting for me and we cannot wait for the moment when she gets the go ahead to book her flight to Canada. Bring. It. On.
Sarah and Happy Socks x