That feeling, when alone on a boat ...

Not quite what this is about, but from Gib to Vilamoura at night, both of us had hallucinations from taking anti sea sickness pills. Delightfully named 'Vomex'. I saw a collection of nav lights that made me think we were running into the middle of a supertanker, while my co-helm thought he saw a big hand coming up out of the sea ahead.
We did not use them again...
 
Hours passed, I was really miserable, then someone joined me, I thought she was female because of her voice but while I never saw her or really understood what she said, she cheered me up. The loom of the Maidens light appeared on the clouds to starboard and I was eventually able to get a bearing on the light itself, as soon as I had my true position my companion was gone.

Lots of great stories here, but yours is literally hair-raising, Quandary, each time I read it. I hope your companion will visit me next time I go out in a breeze without reefing.
 
SWMBO has the annoying habit of saying "You did switch off/close XYZ, didn't you?" about two miles into the journey home, which, even though I have a checklist always makes me wonder if I did XYZ or not, and spend the rest of the journey worrying about it! If important a quick call to the helpful marina staff to ask them to check sets my mind at rest. Annoyingly, to date I always have done XYZ, but there will always be a first time........
 
Never felt alone on-board ever, i know my Grandad is always next to me at the wheel. His binoculars and other stuff from his naval career reside on board (And following another thread elsewhere about Binoculars, they still work perfectly - He used them on D-Day).

Always feel he's there giving advice, it gives great comfort when conditions have been less than favourable and i'm starting to doubt my own abilities. I can almost smell his pipe tobacco some days.

Before anyone says it, i lost my grip on reality years ago. :rolleyes:
 
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