This is a story about a person with a lifelong dream to sail the Atlantic. The reader will quickly realise that I started this adventure with a large helping of blissful ignorance. Perhaps that was not a bad thing bearing in mind what I was taking on. My sailing experience was limited. What you might call a weekend sailor. What is even more remarkable is the way we all start something and being human feel obliged to finish. It doesn't occur to us to stop and consider what we are really taking on. It's like the snowball rolling down the hill. Once momentum is started there's no stopping the forward rush until the bottom is reached. I'm glad my snowball never deviated or broke up or hit a brick wall on the way down. However there were many moments when it very nearly run out of steam and met meltdown. Here is my story in all its raw and open honesty.