MUZZA
When I saw George go down, I saw JC run to high ground, obviously to see if he could spot him. I knew JC would be debating whether to call the Coast Guard after hearing Dave’s stories from the night before. I headed back out and saw a flash of red kit but no sign of George. Finally I spotted him splashing around with a smile on his face as he rode the current back to Bigbury, so I signalled to JC all was well. Even with George back on dry land his kit ended up in the corner at Bantham about a mile across the river mouth. It was an epic survival session and I cannot wait for the next big storm. Those are the days that you look back on over the winter season. It may have not been my best days sailing but enduring those conditions and living to tell the tale made it a day to remember.