No two ways about it, 40NM is a long crossing, and the paddling won’t do itself.
Although psychologically hungry for paddling, 3 days off seems to have sapped me physically. I was extra slow and extra faffy getting launched. It should have been straight forward, given the size of the incentive to get home to the Isle of Man, but every stroke was a conscious effort and I was lethargic.
Making slow and pretty boring but definite progress towards shadowy outlines of Mann, the monotony was broken by the low, fast surfacing of a Minke Whale. That had been high on the wishlist.
I pushed on with the island now firmly in sight and stepped up the pace. I knew there were bound to be a few folk waiting at Port St Mary, but I was blown away to see so many close friends turn out for me. After a few interviews with press, it was quick pint, crucial lasagne, deep soak and bed.
Great to be back on the move.