Hello, I’m Poppy.
One day I woke up and decided there must be more to life than being a slave. So I sold up and got out…
I bought an old Dutch built motorsailer and learned how to sail her alone. Having been raised in a sea-faring Geordie* family helped more than a little, but at fifty years of age, it was no simple task!
But it wasn’t as amazing as I thought it would be and I have to say that in those first few years the learning curve was too steep and very scary. The Mediterranean idyll, was not… and I returned north in a single-handed voyage from Turkey to London, searching for a way to patch up what was left of my savings. It was a bleak time and the dream had turned into a nightmare.
There was nowhere left to run, my bridges were all burned and I had to develop some spleen and get out there, drawing on the good old Viking genes. It is possible, you know? It can be done, breaking out of the comfort zone and really coming alive. But it’s scary and at times the cosy warmth of a sleepy little house is a dream.
And that is where they get you… they keep us scared and trapped in mediocrity. Then one day you wake up and ‘Hey where did my life go?’
The way I see it is this:
Live it or lose it… but you can’t have both. When I sailed into the River Thames in 2008, I was overwhelmed. Had I really sailed two thousand nine hundred nautical miles alone? Was that really me? I took my sword and turned my back on the mediocrity and insanity of modern life and pledged myself to…
THE VIKING WAY!
* A Geordie is someone raised on the River Tyne in the North East of England; any one of the towns along the river, from Newcastle to South Shields. Many of us are directly descended from Viking settlers. I felt obliged to write this footnote as many folk I have met have never heard of a Geordie! Maybe we have a slightly over-inflated view of ourselves!