Friday, May 10, 2013

Pottering – Part 15


Friday, 10th May and I’m back home until the weather settles down. This is a time of reflection and a time for recuperation. I can examine what has taken place as if I am an impartial observer and not the participator who was involved in working the boat, making decisions and doing what was required.

What is there to recuperate from? After all, I sail for pleasure; why should I have suffered?

There is always a psychological aspect to small sailboat adventuring. A readjustment needs take place when one is removed from the security of familiar surroundings where no imminent danger to life or limb is present. The adrenaline does not run when I’m at home gazing out the window observing what is happening in the garden. Magpies, Great Tits, wind-blown willow, washing hung out to dry; these pose no threat, but out there in a tiny boat dancing over white crested waves, the adrenaline runs and the heart beats faster. The sea and the wind are no respecters of persons; they have no heart or feeling. They can be friends and foes and not distinguish the difference or understand the consequences of their actions.

When the going gets tough you can be anxious as to the outcome. Will you make it on the tide? Will you get around that headland before time runs out and the flooding tide confirms your worst fears? You will be out all night before you can get in to a secure haven? The relief when at rest with your boat at anchor and the sense of achievement can only be experienced by the sailor. Satisfaction, thankfulness, peace and contentment flow from within. You want to tell others of your excitement, of your times of testing and of your joy.

So what am I recuperating from? Well, now that I am back in familiar surroundings with no pressures or deadlines to meet, no uncertainties, just calm and no real challenges, I focus on myself. What do I see? A man who has lived in the best of times – the post-war era when prosperity boomed, then a time of Thatcher gloom, and now more gloom, but in my late seventies, nigh on eighty, I have my God-given health. I look back with gratitude to all that life has favoured me with, or should I say God, because truly He has done it.

He is the One who calms the storms of life and gives peace. I know that He will heal my ‘sailor’s thumb’.


Dario said...

Lovely words, glad you have some time to regain energy, your strength gives me motivation!

William Serjeant said...

Hi Dario,

Pleased about that.

Go to it!


Rich_D said...
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Rich_D said...

Hello Bill

I've stopped by and read your blog quite a few times over several months, possibly even years, since a google search for 'hastings beach boat' led me to your door.

I'm enjoying following your daily updates on your latest adventures. Pottering 15 prompted me to "say hello" for the first time. Beautiful words, and quite encouraging, especially for a newly qualified day skipper like me who aspires to realise small adventures of my own, but sometimes feels discouraged by nagging doubts of "can I do it or "am I capable".

Thanks for the inspiration and encouragement, and the best of luck with your own adventures, and periods of reflection.



William Serjeant said...

Hi Rich,

Thank you for introducing yourself.

Qualifying as a Day Skipper says you can do it. Good preparation helps overcome doubts, and ‘doing’ brings confidence. Gaining experience with competent crews is preparation for going it alone.

For me, single-handing brings the greatest satisfaction. You may find this too.