This chapter portrays a rather rare experience at sea - idyllic sailing, when the elements seem to be with you. It follows a deeply worrying experience in the Bay of Biscay which changes the cruising plan for the swallowing-the-anchor voyage.
The prosecution ignored this part of the voyage and wrote their own script. 'A submarine took off drugs worth millions of pounds.' It was an utter fabrication that cost the UK taxpayer a fortune, and me eight years and two weeks of my life.
Sailing north in Biscay, and caught in a thunderstorm, I discover that the mainsail is split almost in two.
The yacht and I can't hope to reach England with most of the driving power gone. I turn about and sail down towards kinder waters.
The passage now becomes almost idyllic, a quite unusual happening on an ocean voyage.
Chapter 22 records how almost everything on the voyage changed with this severe tear in the sail. The yacht and I turned away and went from severe conditions, and a very scary circumstances, to almost blissful sailing.
The chapter records the conditions that so many people sell up to go off cruising to enjoy - yet so seldom experience.
There's a cruel irony at this stage of the journey. The prosecution in the dishonest trial that followed ignored this part of the voyage and wrote their own script.
A submarine or a ship approached the yacht and took off drugs to the value of millions of pounds. The revised chapter was a complete fabrication and cost the UK taxpayer a fortune, and me eight years and two weeks of my life.
Originally, I was sentenced to nineteen years, three more than the Lockerbie airline bomber. Two hundred and fifty-nine people on board the New York-bound Boeing 747 were killed, and 11 people on the ground.
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