Today readers, we bring you a crew profile;

Skip is The envey of many a younger man on the dock, who covet both his lovely wife and his 'ferrari'yacht. Like many of his generation, suffers from a 'computer tourret's' syndrome, whereby he can't spend more than 5 minutes on a PC without an outburst of colourful language. A big fan of traditional navigation techniques. Constantly plotting.

 

Able to prepare restaurant quality food under any conditions, very much the nautical man's Nigella. When others around her are losing their heads, Cristine is to be found clutching a copy of good housekeeping, eagerly planning the boat's christmas decorations.

 

An accomplished skipper in his own right, Tim has taken on a vital role; he is responsible for keeping us afloat. his background in water meters makes him adept at tracking exactly how much water is coming into the boat, a figure we hope doesn't exceed the amount leaving the boat. Runs on sugar, in all its forms.

 

Gaining her atlantic wings with much decorum, Karen is making less progress than hoped on her french lessons. Susceptible to getting sunburn from a full moon. On coming off watch having helmed through a gale-force squall at night, she was heard to mutter that she just clutched the wheel with fright, being unable to leave her post since her legs had long since turned to jelly. A favourite target for kamikaze flying fish.

 

Another experienced skipper, Carl is equally at home fixing furlers or fahitas, mending mainsails or mast fittings. There was no shortage of volunteers from the female crew when carl needed help lathering up in a deck shower. The quest continues to find if there is anything that the chipper lad from Southend can't fix.

 

Having carefully timed his arrival in order that all the preparation was already complete, griff is already planning a swift escape in order to avoid the tidying up. Rumour has it that he only got his place on the crew since he was related to the skipper, but, what with the skipper's  looks, wit and charm, this is a charge he denies. Some say the white look on his face is his sun-block, others say it's the look of terror, from his imagining the response of his missus if he's late home.