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When I was in my early twenties I was a student in a small town in Suffolk. My parents were in the UK, so I was an excellent student – and my parents were in the UK. I was lucky that I got to go to boarding school in the UK, which was a fantastic time to be a sailor. My parents' main job was to provide for their two teenage daughters in the care of a friend, who had recently been rescued from a sinking ship. I took the time to do these things, doing all sorts of things to make sure my daughter was safe.
This is where I first met my new best friend, Kate. She had just taken off from the school. She was so happy to be back in the water – and wanted to go swimming. I was so happy to be back in the water that I would take her on board. She would have a big smile on her face and would be happy to teach me how to sail. It was easy. So much fun. I did not know anything about sailing, so I started training. I was in a small, small boat, about 10 metres long and a few metres wide. There was no water and that's when I knew that I was going to get to experience some of the most amazing things that I had ever seen.
I was so happy. I remember being amazed to see my girlfriend, Karen - the only person around me at that time who knew sailing. She said to me: "What's your experience of sailing?" And I said: "My experience of sailing."
I was very lucky to be given the opportunity to go sailing in the 1970s. As a young sailor, I was taught to sail, but when I sailed in the 1970s it became a very long and difficult process. I was taught what was about to happen, and what was not. I was never taught to sail, and I was never taught to sail.
All my sailing friends and I were taught to be proud of ourselves. We