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Happy Christmas lovely friends, family and blog followers,

We tend to forget that happiness doesn’t come as a result of getting something we don’t have but rather of recognising and appreciating what we do have.” ~ Friedrich Koenig

Christmas Eve last year involved ensuring the boat was ready to race. Last minute preparations and team briefings to clarify race start roles and our tactics for the infamous, famous and treacherous Sydney Hobart yacht race.

Christmas day in Sydney was rainy, and without my youngest son and my Mum it wasn’t quite altogether. No “usual” pre-Christmas parties with friends and family, however a great evening of secret Santa gifts at Charlie, Nick and Ralf’s apartment.

And this year, parties galore, friends all around and a feeling of warmth and happiness and comfort. Not to mention the amazing amount of cycling we’ve been able to do, right up to today. Not great for those hoping for a white Christmas in the Alps. Great though for those of us mad enough to ride out in 5°C on a Sunday morning.

I’ve now been home five months since the race finished, applied for about a dozen jobs, had half a dozen interviews, decorated two of our bedrooms, cleaned out cupboards, made numerous trips to the charity shops, caught up with friends and cycled over 2,000km.

Two great friends and race followers have got married, my friend and inspiration for joining the race has had a baby girl, and my daughter is in her final year of University having directed an amazing youth production of the musical “Hairspray” in August. Middle son is doing well studying his fine art degree and young son is having a ball, excuse the pun, playing rugby and studying A-levels. I found out that another friend I met back in the 80’s had died of a brain tumour, another has had a double mastectomy and others are creaking at the seams.

I am thankful on a daily basis for good health, stamina, resilience and a darn good sense of humour.

I may not have found paid employment ……..yet, and please don’t get me started on on-line application sites……. However, I am home, safe and warm with family and great friends. I stretched myself beyond what I imagined possible last year. I still have a distinct and profound dislike of the Tasman sea and have no great desire to sail in those waters e-v-e-r again (sorry Viki Moore!) But then Viki is in NZ and has the roaring 40’s to contend with on potentially a daily basis. The 40’s are Viki’s playground, hats off to her! Viki writes a great blog under “Astrolabe Sailing”.

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Photo credit: Viki Moore

 

And Bailey boat cat is one of my heros , he’s a pawsome individual who I would never have expected to meet. Bailey is a male seal point Siamese cat who lives on a yacht on the coast near Rome and through his blog kept me entertained during my round the world adventure. He even has a book called “Adventures of a feline afloat”. Check his stories out at www.baileyboatcat.com

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Photo credit: BaileyBoatCat

 

So on Christmas Eve, from my home in France, with my family around me, I bid you all a wonderful festive season and good wishes, good luck, good health and happiness with a huge dose of fun and laughter to you all during 2015.

Cycling on Christmas Eve

Cycling on Christmas Eve

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The week that was ………………  Lessons in leadership

And what a week it has been. Starting on Monday with the dining table surrounded by Clipper family and friends. It was a joy to meet up with Francoise and Rene from Mercy Ships and to share our fun and what often must have seemed insane renditions of life on board a racing yacht, thanks to tales from Carlo, Karina and Chris.

It was a pleasure to host Vicky our skipper and David, the Clipper recruitment director for dinner the night before Vicky’s talk to the British Swiss Chamber of Commerce about the race and Leadership lessons.

Vicky sharing her thoughts about leadership on board. Credit: ©point-of-views.ch

Vicky sharing her thoughts about leadership on board. Credit: ©point-of-views.ch

Vicky has always been a great public speaker and Tuesday night in front of around 80 of Geneva’s business leaders was no exception. Such confidence and enthusiasm was impressive.

Chris Preston, Leg 4 and Leg 8 crew member and boat sponsor, and I had been asked to support Vicky during the question and answer session after her talk. Sitting on the front row, listening to Vicky’s recollections of the race and some of the hairier moments during the voyage, sent emotional memories flooding through me. Up until this point, I could tell you that I had just participated in something extraordinary, yet it hadn’t really and truly felt extraordinary – life on the boat becomes routine and actually becomes “the norm” – it’s what you DO, it’s just (dare I say it) another job, albeit there is never a day truly the same and it’s a bit more wet or cold and dangerous than the regular office environment.

However, listening to Vicky talk about a particular incident in the Southern Ocean during which Gordon and I found ourselves the first two up on the fore-deck bringing back on board the Yankee 3 in the middle of a hurricane (no kidding) as well as the team work, camaraderie, jokes, and charity fund-raising (over USD46K for Mercy Ships, that’s over 30 life changing operations). I was reminded of what I’d done and why I’d done it. I had the tissues in my handbag, but thankfully avoided the need to use them, only just!

Then the questions to Vicky and to “the panel”.

I was astounded when Vicky was asked how – wait for this, “as a pretty, young female” she gained credibility from the crew. I really thought that I’d been transformed back into the 1970’s. My astonishment at the question delayed me from hearing all of Vicky’s answer and I wish I’d had the gumption to respond later. However, the fact that she, and the other skippers had thousands of miles of ocean racing behind them, that Vicky had actually skippered a boat to win a transatlantic race and she had been through a particularly rigorous selection processes , not forgetting all the qualifications she had to gain in the run up to actually applying for the race. AGHHHH –

It makes me wonder how Leaders in business gain their credibility. I don’t think that it’s by being a man or woman, it is surely about your track record and the relevance of that to the role you’re about to undertake.

We were then asked about how we developed trust throughout the team.

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teamwork and trust

I was reminded of Steven Covey’s lecture I attended a few years before the race, “The speed of Trust” in which he says that trust is made up of four components:  1) Integrity 2) Intent 3) Capabilities and 4) Results.

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Covey asserts that all four of the above are necessary for the building of trust saying that a person of integrity that does not produce results is not credible and if you are not credible you are not trustworthy. He also asks you to consider 13 behaviours that lead to high levels of trust.

As a team we had agreed how we would behave towards each other and agreed some basic yet important parameters before we were even on the boat. Without actually referring to Covey’s work we had inadvertently built a framework within which we could start to build trust within our team of 63 very different individuals.

We had a team building weekend and had people working together even before starting the race, to get to know and start building trust in each other.

However, when it came to actually racing a 70 foot, several million pound vessel, few of us had the skills, knowledge or competence to do so with exceptional results, from day One. And that is what Vicky as the leader had to work on. And on each leg our knowledge, skills and competence changed. For some it improved, for others new to the team it was the start of a steep, fast learning curve. And it was our job as round the world crew to ensure that our new crew mates succeeded, and gained our trust (as well as them trusting us).

We were also asked about discipline on board and how people were motivated or kept in line (interesting) given that Vicky had no opportunity to reward through bonus schemes or other corporate incentives.

Many of the team on board Switzerland were professionals in their own right. They were successful and used to leading others.

For us as crew, there were times when a quiet “thank you” or for others a public gesture, would have worked beautifully as a motivator. Often though we knew when we’d done something wrong or not as right as it could have been done –the response is immediate in boat performance and on a boat there is no place to hide your mistakes. We all owned up and shared the learning with our crew mates because we simply didn’t want them feeling as bad as we had done in those situations.

We didn’t mention the keel hauling that took place albeit rarely (!)…. I am joking.

And then the million dollar question to all of us about what we will do differently when we are back in our leadership roles on terra firma.

It felt as though all eighty eyes were firmly transfixed on us. Slow the breathing…think…

Replying under the gaze of 80 pairs of eyes.  Credit: ©point-of-views.ch

Replying under the gaze of 80 pairs of eyes. Credit: ©point-of-views.ch

I will work harder to understand an individual’s motivations for doing the job in question – what makes them tick, how do they want to be recognised, motivated, challenged, rewarded?

I will recognise and value that there is more than one way to skin a cat – just because someone wants to do something differently to the way I think it should be done, it can still be right, still be effective and it’s the outcome than matters ultimately.

I will take the point from Vicky’s own reply and be more aware of my mood and how that might affect others.

I will demonstrate humility and vulnerability when appropriate in order to demonstrate that I am actually human.

I will be aware that whilst I set extremely high standards for myself (and do expect others’ to do the same – ouch) that actually not everyone is wired the same as me and rather than be disappointed or frustrated by that, I will ask/watch/listen/figure out where someone’s starting point is as well as continuing to encourage “greatness” .

And whilst the corporate world is a tough environment, I’ll apply the adage that there is no failure, only learning. Sometimes, for someone, a new environment is where that learning might take place.

I will also think very carefully about the words that I use because words have values and judgements and labels that come with them. The language that we use affects the way we think, how we behave and how we view other people and situations. I will use words that enable people to achieve what is important to them, to encourage them be the best they can be.

And finally, having listened to a recent Ted talk with Simon Sinek about Leadership in his closing words he says the following:

“…….there are leaders and there are those who lead. Leaders hold a position of power or authority, but those who lead inspire us. Whether they’re individuals or organizations, we follow those who lead, not because we have to, but because we want to. We follow those who lead, not for them, but for ourselves. And it’s those who start with “why” that have the ability to inspire those around them or find others who inspire them.

Click here if you’d like to see more of Simon’s talk: http://www.ted.com/talks/simon_sinek_how_great_leaders_inspire_action?language=en

Vicky started her race campaign with WHY – WHY are we embarking upon a race around the world, and the answer was “to do something amazing”. She inspired us because this was something we wanted to do for ourselves and we all bought into her vision, her belief, her purpose for becoming a skipper on the race.

And back to the opening question as to how a “pretty young thing” could have credibility – you bet she did! And what’s more she believed with a passion in what she was doing, she inspired us to follow and to buy into what she was offering.

She enabled us to achieve something amazing because we believed in her vision!

Team Switzerland

Team Switzerland

thanks to the BSCC committee and sponsors for the great opportunity to tell our tale. Credit: ©point-of-views.ch.

thanks to the BSCC committee and sponsors for the great opportunity to tell our tale. Credit: ©point-of-views.ch.

A year ago from today

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A year ago today was the start of the Clipper Round the World Yacht race.

Brand new boats, brand new crew, a mix of all ability sailing skills. It was to be the official start of “the adventure of a lifetime”.

The actual adventure had started many months earlier in the form of gently discussing the idea with family, and then onto actually applying to join the race. How to explain to your boss that what you want to do will really benefit him, and me as well as the team, and the Company. In amongst this, learning all the sailing terminology and figuring out what kit you really need with you from the myriad of advice being given by past and present crew.

One of my concerns that I remember vividly was about my hair. And when I look I back I really do laugh to myself, Hair….it gets wet, it gets matted with salt water, and sticks to your head, it sticks up and no-one, absolutely no-one, cares a jot.

A year before race start my father died suddenly and unexpectedly, he was so proud of me for taking on this adventure and as he had supported me throughout my life in every challenge I’d ever taken on, I missed him, his humour, and his encouragement. In his place was my hugely supportive mum.

I had a very tiny vague idea what I was letting myself in for having completed my level three training in a Force 8 gale. Throwing up so much that I wanted the experience to be over immediately and I scared myself rigid about how I’d cope with sea sickness on board. In the end, Novartis’ travel sickness patches worked wonders and I avoided sea sickness (until the last race!).

I wasn’t doing the race to find some meaning to life; I was doing it to experience life in a very different format to that which I was used to. Waking at 6am, leave for work, catch the train, the tram, work, eat, return home – going to the gym, going cycling….repeat.

My new work routine was in an extremely variable environment with six hours on, six off, four on, and four off, four on. Oh, unless there was a call to do a sail change at 15 minutes from watch handover in which case your off watch time was considerably reduced. My new “office” was either windy or baking hot; wet or burning dry; sweaty; physically demanding; mentally challenging; required considerable stamina and the ability to learn new things and apply that learning immediately and effectively in sometimes dangerous and extreme physical conditions.

I loved it.

I loved the team work, loved learning new things and applying that learning. I loved being out in the elements, challenging myself to do even more. Watching the colours change in the sky as we traversed the globe; checking cloud formations as an indication of imminent difficult weather conditions; seeing shooting stars and pods of playful dolphins; albatross and whales; streaming phosphorescence as the waves broke and the inky black night sky that enveloped you like a velvet glove; the sigh or howl or scream of the wind; the delicate silence and quiet lapping of the water; Trevor the pigeon and many other feathered friends who took relief from the elements on our deck before flying off.

I loved the genuine support that we had for each other as a crew, especially after our experience in the southern ocean. We knew then if we hadn’t appreciated it before, that we could rely upon each other and that any one of us would do absolutely anything to keep each other safe.

The birthday cakes and biscuits kindly made to keep spirits up; the cups of tea to keep you warm; the hugs from crew mates when the going was tough; the jokes and the laughter; the kindness of strangers when we arrived at ridiculous times of day and night as they provided warm welcomes and support. The friends and family who came to see me; who supported and encouraged me in so many different ways throughout the race – their love and thoughtfulness meant and still means so much.

The smell of fresh bread cooking as you’re on deck at 0500h longing for your bunk after a hard and wet watch. Sighting land after weeks and weeks at sea; racing to get out of your dry suit with another crew member and forgetting the 25 years difference between you as you shriek and shove each other to win the ordeal. Putting the plastic snake in someone’s bunk after leaving Panama (wasn’t me); finding and implementing wacky ways to wake up crew mates without being thrown overboard. Presto, it’s still 40-30!

I am so proud of how we managed to raise money for great charities, our boat charity -Mercy Ships; and my own personal charities – Friends of India and the KULE foundation, knowing that you’ve made a positive difference to someone somewhere. We had chosen a particular kind of hardship by competing in this race, for the people for whom we were raising money; they do not have that choice, that freedom. We made a difference.

And the difference to me after nearly a year away from home?

Well, I‘m pretty handy on the foredeck in hurricane force conditions, and can trim a spinnaker to find a smidgen of wind in windless conditions…….

I know that I have amazingly supportive; caring and loving family and friends. To know that you’re loved and cared about is a huge privilege and something that I appreciate very much.

Have I done something amazing?

I’m not sure.

I consider that I made a choice to do something different in my life and to add colour and to enrich my experience of the world and all it has to offer on so many different levels. And I certainly achieved that. If that is something remarkable, something amazing, then yes, I’m proud to say that I did indeed do something amazing.

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the end part 2

And so we have it, Clipper Round the World Yacht Race 2013-14 is over.

The journey up the Thames will forever last in my memory, it was incredible.

The joy of family and friends and crew seeing each other from the spectator boats.  Who is it?  Can you see them?  Oh wow!  There they are!

I thought that I would be really tearful and overwhelmed, but not so.  I was ready for the finish. I’d had a great time, for the most part.  I’d shed more tears in the last eleven months than probably in the last eleven years, especially so whilst in Den Helder.

So I was empty of tears and full of joy, elation, and thanks.  Thanks to wonderful family and friends.  Love and pride demonstrated like never before.  I knew for sure that I was cared about in a way that I’d never dreamed of.  I’d achieved something that few would even consider, let alone do.  Thanks to the amazing meeting of Lesley Roberts and Sue Knight in Kerala in 2011 I’d achieved something amazing.

And returning up the Thames could well have been a Canaletto piece or a scene from a 1690 pageant – no tall ships but still, twelve amazing racing yachts built more like Land Rovers than Ferrari type Volvo racers that had safely housed hundreds of amateur sailors.  We’d pushed them, challenged them, abused them and they’d still done a sterling job.

Coming up to Tower Bridge marked the end of the journey.  A spectacular journey it was.

Seeing Swiss flags and former crew was warming and hunting for family faces intense.  There they were, first Katherine, then William, and then, framed in the sunlight, Mum, with tears gently rolling down her cheeks, and Jean with a huge smile of her face.  And finally James, who had supported me around the world in port, from home.  You name it, he’d been there for me.  And Jean and mum and Lesley had sent cards with wise words; love and luck; fun and “special packages” to nearly all the stop overs.  I am a lucky woman.

Hands on the stern mooring line I concentrate.  Don’t want to muck up now, in front of thousands!  We don’t.  We’re moored.  Cameras clicking, crowds shouting, clapping, laughing.  The noise of relief, joy, excitement is overwhelming.  Yet still I am speechless.  I must be grinning like a mad woman.  I am so happy.

And then…the ’til now hidden bottles of fizz are revealed and we all tuck in – in our trusty plastic mugs (!) to varieties of fizz.

Team Switzerland is fifth out of twelve boats in the clipper round the world yacht race.  Our goal had always been to finish in the top half of the fleet, to end the race with smiles on our faces and we’d done that.  We had always done our best, everyone giving of themselves all that was possible at any given time.  When that came together, and the team did every bit of their best at the same time, it worked wonders and we earned podium positions.

Now was time to celebrate and enjoy the feeling of being superstars for the afternoon.  Seeing ourselves on the big screen was fun and our heads spun.  We’d all made great friends, experienced things way beyond our comfort zones of eleven months ago, laughed, cried, teased, baked, cleaned, sailed our socks off and lived like we’d never lived before.

The end!

And…………

The start of a new beginning!

life continues as normal for some

life continues as normal for some

The end is nigh part 1

Focus on the journey, not the destination. Joy is found not in finishing an activity but in doing it ~ Greg Anderson

Breakfast starts a little bit later than usual, some of us have been lucky enough to have an extra hour sleep before our big day begins. A yummy breakfast of bagels, cream cheese and smoked salmon. Well done Greg!

It is grey and slightly damp, light rain gently falling and Continue reading

To infinity and beyond

Thank you Toy Story and thank you friends and readers for patience with me. I have been a little lax in my writing recently. Apologies.

As some of you already know…..we’re done. WOWEEE and double wow. But for now and before the excitement of the story of the end, a little tale of the what happened before the end. First the good news. Team Switzerland is secure in their overall fifth place position, having gained a first and two third place positions. I have no hesitation in confirming that I am seriously chuffed. We’ve done well.

Race 16, the final race in the Clipper round the world yacht race 2013-14, Den Helder to Southend – The race committee in their infinite wisdom Continue reading

Londonderry to Den Helder

The welcome into Londonderry was incredible. Crowds lined the river front and cheered us in. The mayor, Brenda Stevenson came to welcome each and every boat. She appeared to be quite a force to be reckoned with; passionate about her City with a warmth of welcome truly outstanding and mirrored by the whole community.

I hadn’t seen my daughter since December 26th when we’d set off on the Sydney Hobart race. As soon as customs clearance was over, we were permitted to exit the pontoon area. I was so excited and just sobbed with joy for a time that must have felt very l – o-n-g for Katherine. It was wonderful to see her. I’d missed her so very much.

And then in amazing Derry hospitality fashion Anne McDaide, whom Katherine had only just met, offered us a lift to our B’n’B accommodation. Bless her. She later appeared at race start on her brother’s boat to wish us all the best of luck. Thank you Anne, you were great.

We ate and drank our way through the stop over, enjoying a great prize giving in the beautiful Guildhall, carefully and gloriously renovated after a tragic bombing during ‘the troubles’. We even had time off to visit the Giant’s Causeway, Bushmills Distillery (the oldest in the world) and other sites around the area. Definitely on our ‘to visit again’ list. Londonderry was a fantastic stop over, including a Beach Boys concert (!) and the first stop over in which we all felt we’d actually had some time to ourselves rather than living for Clipper and the race.

And then to the second to last race of the whole series. Where had the time gone! A quick (ish) race up the west coast of Scotland, over the top and through the Pentland Firth. If we got the timing wrong here, we’d see ourselves going backwards at nine knots, no thanks! So it was to be a coastal race with tides to contend with, then the North Sea…. Choppy and quite ferocious at times, along with oil and gas rigs and a few wind farms thrown in for good measure.

Meanwhile the send-off from Derry was just as amazing as our arrival. Crowds lined the river front. And as we paraded up to Greencastle along with a number of pleasure boats, we were rewarded with a red arrows display. Truly spectacular and a great way to end our stay before a fun line start to the next race.

From the start of the race we could see most of our competitors most of the time, every watch was tense with how much we’d gained or lost against them. Old Pulteney and OneDLL were out there aiming for success into their home ports. OP skippered by Patrick, a Dutchman, keen to make headlines into his home country. And then there was Derry hot on our tail. The whole of this race had been nail biting. Really exciting. And right down to the last moment we fought and fought to keep our place on the podium.

Finish line in sight and……Derry are so close. So close you can see them on deck. They are keen to gain points so they have a chance of finishing overall in third instead of OneDLL.

YEHHS!!!!!! We did it, we held them off and earned ourselves another podium position.

Team Switzerland arrives third into Den Helder with our final stop over ahead of us.

Land Ahoy!

We’re on the 6am ’til noon watch on day we arrive into Ireland.  Richard who’s from County Derry is on the helm.  It’s a quiet start to the watch, we’re under engine with the mainsail and just going through all the jobs we can finish which will mean we don’t have them to do when we arrive.  Halyards checked, staysail checked, winches cleaned, bilges scrubbed.

Out of the quiet come the words, “land Ahoy”.  Richard has spotted Continue reading

Migration

WOW and double WOW

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There are tens of whales and dolphins around us, you can see huge whales on the horizon blowing and breaching.  Lovely languid pilot whales interspersed with giddy, jumping and playing dolphins. Male and female whales with their calves. Huge sperm whales and tiny (relatively – albeit a tonne when they are born!) calves gently meandering through the still waters. Continue reading

The Perfect Storm

The Perfect Storm – shorts and t-shirts replaced by thermals in less than a watch change!

Here we are in the area made famous by the movie. We are hoping that massive low pressure systems won’t impact us in quite the same way!

As we head south of the Grand Banks towards the Flemish cap the waves are bigger and lumpier – calling for dry suit on deck.  The water temperature has dropped from Continue reading