Pre-race planning and keeping a constant eye on the weather forecasts, we know we are going to be beating to windward for the entire leg. It's going to be lumpy and constant hard work and, as we get further away from the equator, increasingly colder.
In order to get the best speed out of the boat we have to move the unused sails to the windward, high side of the boat after each tack. Unfortunately for me, three days after leaving Singapore, we are moving the Yankee 1 (big, heavy sail) and the boat slams! I am caught in a twisting, lifting position and 'ouch' (to put it mildly!). Guess my lifting days on this trip are over.
As we get further north, the temperature drops, my back stiffens up and then it's down below for me. The memory of the remaining seven days will always remain with me (for the wrong reasons though :-) and all I can say is thank heavens for painkillers.
The conditions on deck are steadily worsening with the cold and the wind (-12 degrees on one night) and the rest of the guys do a fantastic job sailing the boat and getting us to Qingdao.
We don't manage to improve on our position in the fleet and, when the race is called off (due to forecast light winds and our 'must' arrive date in Qingdao looming) finish in 9th place.
Well done to everyone, but especially to Crimewatch who, once I became ineffective, had two less people on their watch than Baywatch).