We were living in Newlyn at the time. The whole area was saddened for several days. Seemed like everybody we spoke to knew one of the chaps who were lost.
I know the person concerned who's the voice you keep hearing making that last fateful call to the lifeboat.
It's all of our nightmares really, we feel disjointed enough on serious jobs, but having to make that call with the growing suspicion something has gone horribly wrong out there must be the worst.
It's easy to say boat design has changed and we won't get another Penlee, but the sea will always have the last word.