Luke Elliott

Picking up where I left off: after five weeks in Arco, it was time to move south for the ILCA Masters Worlds. This was my third time coaching the Masters Worlds and my first time doing it in Europe. I had never been this far south in Italy before. Formia was a small town about halfway between Naples and Rome, with nice hilly surroundings and lots of small seaside villages.

The Journey from Arco to Formia

When I left Arco, I had quite the day and a half of travel just to get to Milan on Italian public transport. It took about 12 hours to get from Arco to Milan, including two local bus rides to Rovereto with a bike bag that had no wheels, might I add. From there, I caught the train to Milan via Verona before boarding a second train to my hotel near MXP. Except halfway there, the train was cancelled.

There wasn’t much explanation, so after waiting an hour or so, I caught a train back to Milan Central, then took the bus to MXP before finally getting the hotel shuttle to pick me up from there. What a day! Next time I’ll just hire a car.

The next morning I was up very early after minimal sleep to get back to the airport and hop on the short flight from MXP down to Naples. Then I caught a bus to the train station before boarding the regional train to Formia. But the journey wasn’t done yet—I still had to get five kilometers down the road to my Airbnb. With all my baggage, there wasn’t going to be much luck getting a taxi.

I decided to take the bull by the horns and unpacked my bike, loaded my other luggage on top, and started the long walk to the Airbnb. Halfway through, I decided it would be quicker to ride and tow the bike bag. That did work, but with a bit of a cost to my bag dragging along the ground. After two massive days, I had finally made it—and I had barely gone anywhere. What a trip!

Coaching the Masters Worlds

The next two weeks of coaching went great. We had pretty nice wind most of the time, and the sailors I was coaching were awesome. I had a three-day clinic to begin with, then worked with a tight team of six sailors in the ILCA 6 for the event. It became a really long event with two days lost to no wind and the lay day getting used up, but we nearly got the full program of racing done in the end, which made it worth it.

Apart from the coaching, I got some nice rides in the countryside done, fixed my bike bag, and did a little bit of exploring in the local area. This was now the end of a five-month overseas journey, and I was really starting to crave getting home. I was able to hitch a ride to Rome with Micky Beckett early on the day after the event and got myself back to Perth. As a side note, I flew through Doha and their new airport, which was truly incredible. I had never seen an airport or any building quite like it—what a feat of engineering.

Back in Western Australia

After five months on the road, I finally made it back to Western Australia. I had a few lovely days in Perth before Elyse and I road-tripped down to Esperance. I had the busy task of figuring out how to mount my new wind gear to my RIB while Elyse was coaching the learn-to-sail course that I usually coach, plus enjoying some time in the country. It was much harder than I thought—fabricating a custom mount and mast and getting it all calibrated and wired—but by the time we were leaving, it was done.

As a short and less expected side quest, when I left Esperance I dropped Elyse at the local airport, then drove to Dunsborough to run a special one-day Masters clinic for a fun local crowd. Once that was done, I was back to Perth for a few more quick days with the mission to acquire a new trailer for my RIB, which I managed to do before driving it back to Esperance just a week after I had left. Now the goal was building a new frame to mount to the trailer. The old trailer was never built to last, and I had got much more life out of it than it deserved, but it was time to address this problem for the long term.

Another week was spent with my dad doing the manufacturing, but we worked as a good team and got it done ahead of schedule. It turned out better than I even thought it would. I have to say a massive thanks to my dad—there’s no way any of the wind gear or trailer manufacturing could have been done without his skills, knowledge, time, and equipment.

Heading East for Summer

Now I was finally ready to hit the road. All the RIB preparation wasn’t for nothing—I was heading over east again for my third summer in a row. Elyse had a very long training camp planned in Melbourne, and I had a couple of charters booked for some of the internationals who were attending. It was a pretty busy workload. I didn’t have much time to cruise on the drive as I was rendezvousing with Elyse, who was driving down from Sydney with the ILCA 6 trailer.

That connection all went smoothly as I picked her up from the yacht club after dropping my RIB with a friend (thanks Steve!). We had the lucky pleasure of flying back to Perth that night with Elyse’s dad Richard flying us home! We even got to go up to the cockpit at the end to have a look.

Once we got back to Perth, we had a handful of days to hang out before Elyse and I drove down to Donnybrook for the start of the Tour of Margaret River bike race—the last one that will ever happen after nearly 30 years of the event running. I had been trying to stay fit for this race, but between building everything for the RIB and getting sick at the start of the month, I was feeling pretty nervous.

We had a really strong team this year, the strongest I had been a part of, including Parko and his mate Harry, who was an actual weapon. We got off to a shaky start in the first leg of the race, with the rest of the team realizing just how strong Harry was. We finished the TTT just 0.1 km/h average out of making A grade, which I think was a blessing in disguise. I limped through the road race stage nowhere near where I was last year in terms of form and did the best I could for the final TTT. In all honesty, it was Parko and Harry dragging us to victory in B grade. I still had a ton of fun, and it will be very sad not to have this race to look forward to next year.

Back to Melbourne and the Awards

The day after we got back, it was time to fly to Melbourne again. Elyse had to get ready to train, and I had to hand over the RIB and charter boats. Everything went well that week, despite me having a little PTSD after what had happened to my RIB in Melbourne less than a year ago. I had a little weekend clinic to coach at Brighton, which was really fun, and I even managed to get a nice round of golf in down at Moonah Links on the peninsula.

After 10 days in Melbourne, Elyse and I flew to Sydney to attend the Australian Sailing Awards, which was my first time attending the event. It wasn’t really my scene, but it was cool to see how appreciated our sport is in Australia. The next day I said farewell to Elyse as I flew back to Melbourne, then onto LA, before finally jumping down to Puerto Vallarta for my first clinic in Mexico of the new season!

Puerto Vallarta

The first night I arrived, Vaughn and Nina swept me up and took me down to Punta Mita for a very cool experience. Their friends own a Japanese restaurant and were hosting a private tuna carving event with a DJ and traditional tuna artist attending. I love Japanese food, and to have such fresh bluefin tuna being carved in front of you into delicious nigiri, sushi, sashimi, and so much more was amazing.

I always love getting down to PV. The weather is stunning, but sometimes November can be too early for the best breeze—not this time! We had an amazing 10-15 knots of sea breeze nearly every day and a really nice bunch of sailors with some familiar faces and new ones alike. Walt and Anna were kind enough to host me in their lovely apartment in La Cruz overlooking the water. I enjoyed the morning yoga sessions we did to start our day before getting into the sailing.

The Journey to Portugal

No time to hang out and attend the La Cruz markets on Sunday once the clinic wrapped up, though. I was on a plane Saturday night headed for Vilamoura in Portugal. This became quite the journey all on its own. The plan was to go PV–Mexico City–Madrid–Lisbon, and that did happen, but with much larger gaps in between.

When I was at the gate waiting to get to Mexico City, I was informed on my phone that the next flight had been delayed nine hours, which meant I was going to miss my following connections. This turned into a night at a hotel in Mexico City—the same one I stayed in several years ago trying to get to PV from Europe for the Worlds in 2022. I then got the delayed flight to Madrid and had to spend another night in a hotel there as I was too late for any other flights to Lisbon.

Finally, after another short sleep, I got the earliest flight out and made it to Lisbon. I picked up my hire car with all my luggage (luckily), and drove the two and a half hours south to Vilamoura in time to collect my coach boat and hit the water with the American guys.

Vilamoura GP

I was back doing more work with the ODP, and the guys had funded me from their own pocket to come and coach them at the Vilamoura GP—a classic European winter training regatta usually held in December but this time held in late November. I had four guys to look after at this event, which we were using as a training event and to help check in with the international fleet.

We completed a few nice days of training with various groups before getting stuck into the racing. The first two days were very light, with only one race each day being completed, but the wind made up for it on the final two days with three races completed each day to get our full race schedule in. The boys sailed great, with three of them in the top 20 and all of them in the top 30 out of a solid 80-boat fleet. This was an excellent showing from them and something to take encouragement from going forward.

Around the World in Two Weeks

Once the event was over, it was a quick pack-up and back in the air to London, then to Singapore, and finally arriving early in the morning back to Melbourne, where Elyse picked me up. I had literally been around the world in two weeks.

Once I was back, I had another 10 days or so in Melbourne getting over my jetlag, doing a little coaching, and just generally trying to hang out with Elyse as much as I could. All too soon my time was up, and I was back in the air heading east again—all the way over to LA and then finally arriving in a new place: Florida.

Fort Lauderdale Training Camp

I landed in Fort Lauderdale, where the first of two rounds of training was happening for the ODP guys. It wasn’t originally part of the script to come before Christmas, but they really wanted me to come over, and I thought if they’re making the effort, then so should I.

We got a great nine-day block done in a real mix of ocean conditions, which was exactly what we were chasing. It was a very chaotic harbour to operate out of—there were just so many boat traffic, commercial shipping, and water police all crammed into a very narrow channel. I had never seen so many cruise liners in my life, with the harbour being capable of docking seven of them. Nearly every afternoon I was stuck waiting for one or more of them as they squeezed their way out of the channel on their way to the Bahamas or elsewhere.

Miami Interlude

Once the first camp was all wrapped up, I was kind of homeless and house-hopped a few places in Miami while doing a little sailing down in Coconut Grove. It was cool to finally visit this famous sailing venue, as I had never been there before. Miami is quite a happening city with lots to see and do. I really liked cycling there—even though it was flat, there were good roads and plenty of pelotons to join. I even jumped in with the famous Don Pan peloton during their Christmas Eve race, which was crazy but a lot of fun.

I got to spend Christmas Day and a few days after that with the Stahl family, which was lovely and quite the funny turnaround—just last Christmas they were in Australia, and now here I was with them in America.

Second Round and Final Training

Only a few days later, my time in Miami was up, and I was back to Fort Lauderdale for the second round of training. This was a much bigger turnout of sailors, so we managed to get LYC coach Erik involved. I used to race against him way back in the day—he was actually one of the first people I met on tour in 2013, and he has since led LYC to become one of (if not the) top club programs in America.

We again had a great mix of conditions and didn’t lose any days, which made the camp very productive. Once the camp was over, it was back to Miami again for just a few more days of sailing with Matt before going back to Lauderdale one last time to do three days of training with Matt, Peter, and Duncan. They had come together to kick off their 2026 season and get a bit of racing done at the LOCR straight after. We had a really windy offshore day on the second day of training to really spice things up, but other than that, everything went to plan. I stayed in a very nice Airbnb with Duncan, who was great company to hang out with.

The Long Journey Home

The day after the camp ended, it was time to start the long journey back to Perth, which was made even longer by not getting on my connecting flight in LA (staff travel things!). I had to spend 24 hours hanging out, which wasn’t a bad thing—I got a good chunk of this blog started in a café as well as a round of In-N-Out, which I had been craving.

Finally, the next night I got on my flight to Sydney and then made the final jump over to Perth, all safe and sound. I was met by Elyse on a scorching 40-degree day. Welcome back home!

Until next time…

It’s been way too long since I last updated this blog and honestly, there’s just too much to tell and not enough time to put it all in one post. The last seven months have been absolutely jam packed – probably one of the most busy periods of my coaching life. Let me try and compress it all down and tell you where I’ve been and what I’ve been up to.

February: Esperance & beyond

Following on from January, I continued the training block with Anja and Pia but we decided we needed to mix things up. Time to head home to Esperance for two weeks of training, which turned out to be exactly what we all needed.

The conditions were perfect – loads of light wind days which was exactly what the girls were looking for. I managed to integrate them into EBYC just like I’d done with the Futures camp back in October. They got billeted again at Ash’s house (legend as always) and the club absolutely loved having them. The girls gave presentations to the members and even jumped into some of the club races, which was awesome to see.

I couldn’t resist getting out in a Flying Fifteen myself for a Saturday afternoon club race. We didn’t win but we got around the course in one piece, which felt like a victory! There’s nothing quite like being able to work from home in Esperance while hanging out with Mum and Dad – it’s the dream combination really.

All too soon though, things got hectic. I had to race back to Perth, unload the entire rig, say goodbye to the girls, and jump straight on the red eye to Melbourne. Why? Our friends Jeremy and Eliza were getting married and there was no way I was missing that! Met Elyse at a hotel and we had the most amazing time celebrating with everyone. Such a good way to cap off what had been an absolutely crazy four months of coaching.

After the wedding Elyse had to head back to Sydney for training and I went home for what I thought would be some proper R&R. Time to deal with the rib, clean all the gear properly, and get everything stored away. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be needing it for a while.

Ten days later I was on a plane again…

March: CISA and the American Dream

Middle of March found me back in LA for CISA – the youth talent camp at ABYC that I absolutely love doing. This time we had a smaller group and fewer coaches, which made everything so much more manageable.

The best surprise was having Spero (Mark Spearmen) there coaching as well. Ended up rooming with him and spent hours talking about the old days with Mark, hearing about his journeys through the pro sailing world. It’s fascinating how similar beginnings can take you down so many different paths.

We rolled straight from CISA into Midwinters West, one of the bigger American regattas, especially for youth. Coaching at ABYC is always a pleasure and this time was extra special – three of my sailors qualified for the US Youth team! Only the top 10 youth sailors in the entire country make that program, so to have three from a relatively small club program was incredible.

I finished my time in Long Beach with a glamour private session with Jacob, one of the boys who’d made the team. We had mazing downwind conditions with coach Paul jumping into a Laser to join us, it was a perfect way to wrap up the LA block.

April: Princess Sofia with a Twist

End of March and I was on another plane, this time to Mallorca for the Princess Sofia Regatta. But here’s the twist – instead of coaching Australians, I was working with Team USA for the first time. Chapman and Daniel were my sailors and it was a real learning curve getting to know them and their approach at such a big event.

Staying with Zac and Elyse in our usual spot right on the beach was perfect. Same accommodation as the year before, looking straight out over where everyone launches. Got plenty of cycling in and the conditions mostly cooperated.

Chapman didn’t quite make Gold Fleet but that was fine – we had great Silver Fleet racing and got most of our races in. By early April it was time to say goodbye to the Americans and continue on with Elyse to Valencia.

Valencia was supposed to be hosting the 2026 World Sailing Championships (now moved to Brazil), but the training camp was still happening and I’d never been there. Perfect excuse for a mini holiday! Ten days hanging out with Elyse, lots of cycling, exploring this beautiful and very livable city. Everyone on the water said the conditions were incredible – I’ll have to get out there myself next time.

Mid-April we were looking at flights home and managed to snag the direct Qantas flight from Paris to Perth. We had some time to kill so we treated ourselves to another micro Paris holiday. Got a small flight up from Valencia and straight to our Airbnb in Montmartre – our favorite neighborhood in Paris.

It was the perfect lazy Paris holiday. Both of us were pretty tired from all the travel and training, so we just wandered the streets, ate great food, saw some sights without any pressure to pack everything in. Sometimes the best trips are the ones where you don’t try to do too much.

Brief Intermission

Back home, I finally got that R&R I’d been promised. First priority: camping with Ki, which I try to do every year. Two nights in the bush, exploring in his four-wheel drive, campfires, and proper catch-ups. Had to make sure I did this because I knew I was about to disappear for five months.

Also got the rib out to Rottnest with Zac, Charlotte, and Elyse. Elyse’s parents brought their boat out too and we had the most perfect day exploring the waters around Rotto. Days like that remind you why you love living in WA.

By May 2nd I was packed and ready for what I knew would be the longest stint away – five months on the road. At the same time, Elyse was flying the opposite direction to her World Championships in Qingdao. Off we went in different directions around the world.

May: Mexico to Vancouver via Grizzly Bears

First stop: Puerto Vallarta. Had two clinics lined up and spent six days with a really fun group of sailors. Then a week to just hang out in Mexico, which I absolutely love. Swimming, riding and watching Elyse’s worlds unfold from the other side of the planet.

Then something unexpected came up. Adrian, who I’d met at CISA, invited me up to Vancouver to run a camp with his squad at West Vancouver Yacht Club. How could I say no?

I spent a week in British Columbia with some of the most beautiful coaching scenery I’ve ever experienced. Couple degrees colder than Mexico but the trees and mountains more than made up for it. Two days at West Van in their secluded little harbor, then three days further north at Squamish.

Squamish – apparently a native word meaning “windy place” – was like Lake Garda’s ocean cousin. Thermal breeze filling in every day, generated by the mountains and cold water. Except this was salt water reaching all the way up into the mountains. Absolutely breathtaking with cascading waterfalls dropping straight into the sailing area and turkey vultures circling overhead. You could sail right up to the cliff faces because the water was so deep.

My host family, the Deseau’s, were incredible. Their two boys were some of the top sailors I was coaching and they gave me a car to explore Vancouver. Used it to do the famous Grouse Grind – 1,000 meters of elevation up this mountain. Rainy day but beautiful trees, and at the top was this little park with two orphaned grizzly bears in an enclosure. Never seen bears before, let alone grizzlies up close. Pretty special.

Back down to Mexico for my final clinic of the season – the downwind clinic. This is always my favorite style of coaching. Staying at Colin and Paulina’s ranch outside town, riding in and out to La Cruz each day. Four days of proper 20+ knot conditions to finish the season. Perfect way to wrap up the Mexico chapter.

June-July: The American Coaching Marathon

But that wasn’t the end – it was just the beginning. May wrapped up with six straight days of coaching, then straight on a plane to LA, then straight into a massive coaching block with the US ILCA 7 team.

Five-day camp getting to know their sailors, some private work, then building toward the ILCA North Americans in Long Beach. Had the British national team there as well and nine hungry American boys to look after. Lighter conditions which favored my guys, and they sailed really well.

Two days rest, then straight into another five-day block. June was mental – so much sailing, such an intense coaching period. Wouldn’t have had it any other way though.

During my stay I was hosted by Lisa, the commodore of Long Beach Yacht Club. Funny story – she’d let me into her house before we’d even met, and I only discovered after I’d moved in that she was in London! She’d trusted a complete stranger with her home. We’ve become great friends since and she’s shown us so much of Long Beach.

She introduced us to “Wet Wednesdays” – their club racing on Soling’s followed by dinner with everyone. Elyse and I did that several times and it was always a blast, even managing to win a few bottle of Bacardi along the way.

Elyse arrived in from Kiel week at the end of the month after two months apart. We had a lovely two nights together catching up and then I was off to Michigan to coach Chad and the TACS community again. Love staying at Chad’s house and coaching right off his front lawn. Beautiful part of the world, amazing hosts in Chad and Michelle. Daily cycling peloton down Old Mission Peninsula, Melges 15 sailing, swimming – the full Michigan experience.

Had to fly out on the night of July 5th after coaching that day. Straight back to Long Beach for another five-day US camp leading into the OCR. Mixed results for everyone but we all learned more about the venue and where we stood against some of the best in the world.

The interesting part was the second week – got to coach 49ers for the US team. Never done that before, definitely didn’t claim to be an expert, but went along for the ride and learned heaps about how they race. Four days with four different teams was a real education.

Straight from that into five more days coaching for ABYC. July was genuinely one of the busiest months of my coaching life.

August: Cabrillo, ILCA 6 Worlds, and Back in a Boat

Five-day ILCA clinic up at Cabrillo – the newly announced 2028 Olympic venue. What a place for sailing. Wind, waves, current, and you’re almost guaranteed to get your schedule in because the breeze is so reliable.

Couple days off, then the ILCA 6 World Championships with Paul. All the club sailors I was coaching ended up in Silver Fleet, but they got fitter and stronger through two weeks of windy racing. Half of them had just done the 4.7 Worlds the week before – equally windy and grueling. Tired bodies everywhere but they all represented the club brilliantly.

Massive thanks to the Kraak family for hosting Elyse and I during July and August. We’d been booked into a dodgy San Pedro motel but lasted one night before heading straight back to their place on the hill in Palos Verdes. Paul had loaned us a car, then the Kraaks loaned us their truck. Can’t thank them enough.

First week of August and I was on another plane, this time to Marstrand, Sweden – somewhere I’d never been. And here’s the thing: after three and a half months standing in a RIB, it was time to get back in a boat myself.

I was massively underprepared. Maybe sailed four days in Mexico back in May, stayed reasonably fit cycling and hiking, but only got two days on the water before the event started. Knew I was coming in underdone but just wanted to have some fun and get back in the arena.

Turned out to be a great choice. Lost the first day of finals to no wind but made it up with six races in two days. Proper hour-long slogs, some with 20-minute upwinds. Real grind but I loved it.

Physically I was feeling it, speed-wise I wasn’t quite there, especially downwind. But the first four races went really well despite my lack of prep. Wheels fell off a bit on the last qualifying day in light air and strong current, but had some redemption in Gold Fleet and finished with my best race of the event. Always nice to end on a high.

36th out of 153 boats – pretty happy with that and great to be mixing it up with the best again.

September: Garda Bliss and What’s Next

By the end of Marstrand I was ready for a break. Elyse and I flew down to Milan and we’ve now had the most incredible three weeks in Lake Garda. We love it here so much.

Elyse has got me into hiking, which is completely new for me. Done some amazing walks up to rifugios with beautiful views. Different way to exercise and see the countryside, and I’m actually starting to really enjoy it once my legs got conditioned.

So that’s where I am now. Few more weeks on the road – Elyse will head back to Australia and I’m waiting for the Masters Worlds in Formia, about two hours north of Naples. Got a clinic with 10 sailors then coaching about five through the worlds. Should be a nice group to work with and hopefully we get some decent wind.

When that wraps up September 28th, I’ll finally be home in Australia for the first time in ages. Hopefully get some proper downtime in October before the Aussie summer kicks off again.

What a seven months it’s been. Feels like I’ve been everywhere and done everything, but that’s the life I’ve chosen and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Until next time ✌️

Just too much to tell and not enough time to put it in a post. Let’s just keep to the key events shall we. Following on from the end of August 2024… 

September: 

• Finally had a little holiday with Elyse in Margaret River in the Bird House. 
• Got some riding done (getting ready for the TOMR)
• Got a quick camping trip away with Ki 
• Raced the Pacer Challenge on a beautiful spring day
• Got a quick trip to Rotto in
• Coached Westsail
• Coached the learn to sail course in Esperance 

October:

• Opened the season at Esperance Bay Yacht Club (never opened a season before so that was pretty cool) 
• Busily arranged the “Esperance Camp” 
• Got the team down for a lovely 10 days of training and racing 
• Got engaged to my gorgeous girl 

November:

• Raced in the Tour of Margaret River 
• Started coaching Anja (Swiss National Team ILCA 6) and Pia (German National Team ILCA 6). They had come to Australia for a big 4 months of training and racing. 
• Drive across the country to Melbourne to drop the rig off
• Flew to Mexico for a clinic with ISA (my 4th one this season!) 
• Flew back with Landon who I picked up in LA to start coaching in conjunction with the girls for the Australian racing season, starting in Melbourne 
• My RIB got flipped by a storm the first day I had put it in the water the night before the event got started. As you can imagine it was a pretty stressful time. 
• Coached Sail Melbourne

December: 

• Packed up my broken coach boat and headed to Albry to try and find a repair or replacement. Every place in either Melbourne or Sydney was fully booked until March.
• Stayed two days in Albury while a new engine was fitted.
• Continued the drive to Sydney late into the morning as we had a late departure. 
• Stayed in Bondi and coached Landon privately for Sail Sydney 
• Packed up again and on our way to Brisbane 
• Extended training camp and racing for Sail Brisbane 
• Flew home for a quick Christmas break in Perth with family
• Flew back to Brisbane for preparation of Australian National Championships 

January:

• Coached everyone at the Nationals, it was a long and tricky event with hot days in the sun and tricky wind shifts 
• Packed up the rig one last time and started the 4 day journey back to Esperance to get the RIB repaired. Luckily Elsye was an angel and came with me as my co-pilot 
• Spent 4 days fiberglassing and re doing all the electronics on the boat. Was very happy with the finished product 
• Drove one more day to Perth and unloaded the rig and got the boat in the water ready for coaching
• Back into the next block with Anja and Pia who are here until the end of February, one more month to go with them before they send off back home to Europe. 

I’m afraid this post is going to be just as busy as all my others as once again I have left this update far too long and without writing anything short of a small book I won’t be able to cover everything. I will keep this update related to the location I was in rather than giving out all the miniature details in between, those will just have to stay as my own memories. 

April / May: Perth – Gold Coast – Esperance 

After arriving back from Nice I had two weeks to briefly catch my breath, see friends and family, catch up on all the life administration that gets forgotten when away for so long (I hadn’t been in Perth more than a week in total since October 2023!) and just enjoy the last part of west coast Autumn. I ran a weekend clinic at Freshy for some of the kids then quickly took off to the Gold Coast for a Futures Camp for three days. On arriving back I drove straight from the airport to Freshy again, this time to give a talk as the guest speaker at the Ron Tough awards night. To finish my time in WA off Elyse and I quickly got away the next day to Esperance for a lovely week seeing my family and enjoying what country living has to offer. As usual it all went too fast and we were back to Perth with me flying out late that night to Melbourne before connecting to Los Angeles again, final destination, you guessed it, Puerto Vallarta. 

May / June: Puerto Vallarta – LA – Marseilles – Lake Garda – Kiel 

For the second time in 4 months I was back in Mexico running another clinic. This was very different to February with the heat and humidity really up now, bringing along the breeze with it. This was just a single clinic I was running this time but I had a great attendance and an awesome mix of sailors from Olympic level, youth and masters all in attendance. We had a great time with the conditions really delivering, I can’t wait to go back again. Next stop was a quick visit to my friends the Stahls in LA to say hello and do a little coaching and a little golfing. After the quick pitstop it was off in a big bird again off to France to see Elyse. She was training and staying with Zoe in Marseille acting as training partner for Zoe leading into the games. Zoe let me crash with them for the week while I was on holidays exploring the city one last time and doing some great rides. It was a different experience not being there as an athlete after spending so much time there already and I was reminded again how much I liked the city. It’s one of the craziest in Europe I think but also one of the most fun and I hope I get to go back again one day. 

Once Elyse was finished with her training it was off on the road to Lake Garda for a little refresher on the way up to Germany. Any time we can spend in Garda is cherished and this was no different. We had a charming top story apartment in Arco for 5 nights and we made the absolute most of it, living like the locals, eating lots of food and going on some amazing bike and car rides. All too soon it was back in the car though to finish off the journey North we started, making our way to Kiel over the next two days.

Nothing much changes in Kiel or at least that’s how it feels. Elyse got to work training for the event and I got to work coaching, back with the Futures boys. This time I would only have Lawson, Sam and Michael but a few extras would tag along too. The event had a classic mixed bag of conditions but the race committee did the best it could with the god awful boat park bell ringing in my dreams each night. After 10 days in Kiel it was time to move on again and in a hurry! I was off to Viana, Portugal. 

July: Viana – LA 

I said my goodbyes to Elyse before Annie (ILCA 6 Futures coach) and I left Kiel together on a bit of a heinous journey to get to Hamburg which included an overly long train ride and a short night in a hotel before a 4am wake up to catch a two flight hop to get to Porto before a convoluted van ride up the coast to finally arrive at a french speaking ladies apartment that smelt like your grandmas house! It was a crazy 24 hours but Annie, Amelia (another Aussie ILCA coach) and I all made it and got stuck into our coaching for the U21 World Championships. It was my second time coaching the U21 worlds and I had a great team to work with of Lawson, Isaac, Jack and Eddie. We knew the venue had a reputation for strong wind but it’s quite often that these venues don’t deliver what you expect. The ILCA 4s that were racing when we arrived were really struggling for wind with heavy fog some days making racing impossible. For our event however the venue really delivered with great breeze and big waves making for a really physical race track. The sailors handled themselves well considering it was two 80 boat fleets making up the race track with plenty of carnage at the starts and top marks. Only on the final day we saw a change from the usual NW breeze we had been experiencing when we had a light southerly breeze with large swell against the wind. This really spiced things up, putting extra pressure on the sailors as no one knew what to expect in these conditions. In the end Isaac wound up 8th overall, Eddie 12th, Jack just behind in 13th and Lawson in 25th. Each of the boys experienced a different set of highs and lows through the racing and I’m sure they’ll be taking some good lessons going forwards from this experience. 

Once again, I had no time to stop. I packed my bags late into the night after the final day of racing, then woke up early to get a taxi back to Porto airport to jump on a quick flight to London before taking off to Los Angeles once again. How many times have I been there this year alone? 

This time I was running a training camp for a bunch of ILCA 6 girls in Long Beach similar to what I had done earlier in the season. I’m really starting to like Long Beach, it has a pretty funny vibe but the sailing is quite good and you can get out training pretty much every day which is awesome. I finished this training camp off with the Olympic Classes Regatta that ABYC was running which will only get bigger in the years to come. We had a mixed bag of conditions, mostly moderate seabreeze but a light final day to mix it up. 

Once the event was over I went straight into three days of private coaching that was a bit unexpected but great fun nonetheless. I had a day with 4 youth sailors, two of whom I had worked with before then two more days with 2 youth sailors that I was getting to know. I had quite the drama on the first day with my RIB breaking down right in the middle of the busy LA harbor channel with a tanker coming right for me but other than that the training went great and we all had a good time. 

After all this coaching (Kiel, U21 Worlds and Long Beach) I was feeling pretty cooked! I returned for a few days with the Stahls for some much needed R&R and Tony took me up to Santa Barbara for the day which was such a cool experience. I’ll never forget that day. It was only 4 days but it made all the difference before I finished off this worldwide coaching journey, final destination, Traverse City Michigan. 

August: Michigan – Perth

I arrived in Traverse City in the middle of a heat wave as everyone was eager to tell me with temperatures peaking in the high twenties! Traverse City airport was one of the stranger airports I had been to with carpet and wood paneling everywhere but I was greeted quickly by Chad who picked me up and took me straight out to dinner in the charming city. It was completely packed out, I couldn’t believe how busy every restaurant was but we finally found somewhere nice to sit and catch up. I was here to coach him as well as his friends and some of the kids in the community as well, I immediately liked the vibe of the place as it reminded me a bit of my country roots back in Esperance. Chad had an amazing house that I was staying in and we got to launch his ILCA and my coach boat right off the front of his place. Traverse City was broken into two bays as part of the greater lake Michigan (part of the Great Lakes system), East and West bay. We were based on the more secluded East bay and as the word spread more that I was coaching there more and more people started joining in with the sessions. We ended up by the end of the camp with 6 or so boats out training in the beautiful freshwater lake.

I also shared my time in the town at the TACS center, the community learn to sail facility, on a small body of water called Boardman Lake. It was a tiny puddle compared to the big lake but made for very secluded sailing and a great learning environment. I taught the kids for two mornings there which was great and even though the boats were some of the oldest I had ever seen we still managed to get them up and moving around the lake. To cap off my time there I even did the Tuesday night club race on the lake in an old ILCA 4 which was a hoot! Then, all too soon, it was time to head home after 3 months away and 6 different countries on two continents. It had been the longest I had been away from Elyse since we had started dating so I was very happy to be going home to her. 

Perth – August & onwards 

After getting back I only had a few days to settle in and get over my jet lag before I was back out on the coach boat again, this time for client and now friend Alif from Indonisia. He had contacted me 6 months earlier through instagram out of nowhere and I had thought nothing of it but he kept asking about training and if I would coach him. Finally I took him seriously and he came all the way out to Fremantle with his family to do a two week training camp with me one on one. I really didn’t know what to expect but as we did more and more work together I started to get to know him as a sailor much better and we got some really good work done in conditions he had never seen before! Perth really put on a show with front after front hitting us with some days the wind being upwards of 30 knots all day. Alif stepped up to the challenge though and embraced the tough weather. He goes into his big competition this week so I wish him the best of luck. 

Now I just get to enjoy some time at home with a much clearer calendar which is lovely. The weather has just turned a corner with the sun coming out and I think I might go golfing. Until next time ✌️  

What an insane last 6 months. I would have never imagined the position I’m in now at the end of my last blog post but I’m also incredibly happy and excited with what I’m a part of. Not all changes are bad. I’ve gone from racing at the highest level of competition, walking away from the Australian Sailing Team after 10 years of being an athlete, to coaching full on in the blink of an eye and I haven’t even had a moment to process any of it. Writing this now is almost a chance for me to consolidate what I’ve experience and reflect on it. The last time I wrote I was still in Brisbane in the first training camp of the season preparing for the World Championships in Adelaide at the end of January.

Once that windy camp in Queensland was over, I flew home and ended up racing in the Sail Freo regatta in an Etchell of all things. At the time I had a long-range plan of trying to squeeze in the Etchell worlds in Perth in February but that was just way too much and didn’t pan out. Having said that the weekend of sailing made a busy weekend even busier as I was simultaneity trying to pack everything I would need for the 4 months away over east! It was quite a stressful time but in a nutshell I got everything done and ready on the Sunday after sailing, (including packing 2 boats on the roof of my newly acquired van) ready for my 2am alarm the next morning. Why was I getting up so early you ask? Because I had to meet my dad the next day at 10am in Norseman (an 8-hour drive away) which was when the bus was going to drop him and the rest of our equipment off coming up from Esperance.

Somehow, I made it and immediately put dad on driving duties while I had a nap. So begun the long journey across the country to Sydney. In total when we stopped that night, I had covered 1700km and we had made it almost to Yalata. The next day was more mixed as I had to help my dad with some of his silo work in South Australia which is where we spent the next night, the day after that we passed Adelaide and dropped off the two boats there which is where they would stay until I met up with them in December. We made it to Mildura that night and I put us up in a motel for the night as we were knackered. The next day we had a cruisy 1000km left to Sydney where we pulled in and got to work almost straight away. We had a long to do list but in essence we had to upgrade the RIB trailer I had bought with a heavy-duty axle as well as build a frame that could carry the 4 other ILCA’s I had bought from the team. Same deal as last summer I was doing the charters again but on a larger scale and with a RIB involved. I had a rough plan but didn’t know how this was all going to come together and while all this was going on I had to keep with my next training camp kicking off in Sydney. Luckily dad is a welder and a very practical hands on guy so with my planning and his skills things started to come together. After a few hard days and dad sleeping rough in the Brookvale shed we had a frame and a trailer and a RIB ready to go. While a lot of that was going on in the background, I was also detailing the 4 other new boats I had bought, ready to be chartered out for the summer. It was a crazy 2 weeks and some of the most stressed I had ever been but it came together and all too soon the training camp was done and I was hitting the road for the first time heading for Melbourne.   

Now I wasn’t actually going straight to Melbourne but actually meeting Elyse in the charming town of St Andrews on the Mornington peninsular about an hour south of Melbourne. This was truly one of my highlights of 2023. I think the contrast of the stress in Sydney then matched with the peace and sense of relief being there made the trip just so nice. I did a little bit of private coaching out there, coupled with some nice rides, good food and one of the most amazing rounds of golf. At the end of Elyse’s camp we went to the Mornington Peninsular baths, an amazing network of hot and cold springs in a natural setting. We did a fire & ice treatment which was amazing and made me feel truly rested and ready for the regatta to come.

I can’t even remember how many times I’ve done Sail Melbourne and this year was typical of others. We had a mixed bag of onshore conditions and a solid fleet with all the Aussies and Kiwis in attendance as usual. I had a bit of a slow start to the event but knew I would have to kind of train through this one to get in form for the summer and ended up walking away with a 5^th place overall after winning the last race. No time to think though, a quick pack up of the rig that afternoon and not just my own but the team one as well before a quick shower at home and then onto a date with Elyse for our 4 year anniversary at a lovely Japanese restaurant in Blackrock.

The next day it was time to hit the road again and make the day drive to Adelaide. It wouldn’t be a day drive for Elyse and I. After a late get away we already knew it would be a long day but things got worse about 5pm that afternoon as we were just leaving the town of Hay, about halfway along the journey, when we had one of the trailer tires blowout. With no spare I had to jack up the trailer, take the rim off and drive back 20min into town and try and find a tire place that could help. Obviously everywhere was closed but luckily I found a place that did callouts, the guy came, fixed the tire, I drove back out to the trailer, got the new wheel back on, drove back to town and found a motel for the night and Elyse and I ordered pizza. Oh, and it was also our 4 year anniversary so we spent it having dominos and watching big brother which at the time wasn’t ideal but Elyse later said it was one of our best ones yet! I must know how to charm them 😉

 The next morning I bought a spare and got the other tire replaced just in case then we rolled on and made it to Adelaide. This time we were staying with Finn in a cool Airbnb and I had about a 2-week training camp to do leading up to Christmas. We had a few internationals involved which made the training great and I was starting to sail really well. I was second in the weekend regatta we did behind Wearny and other than nearly getting killed in a lightning storm the training was going great. That was until I did my back in the gym with some sloppy form deadlifts, it was stupid but I was having some serious spasms for a while and I had to reduce my training load. Elyse had left me before all this to do Sail Sydney which she won! We then met up again in Perth for 3 days before she flew out Christmas night headed to Argentina for her World Championships.

I had as restful 3 days in Perth as I could get before I had to go back to Adelaide to make sure everything was running well with the business as this was now my busy time of the charter season. All 6 boats and my RIB were chartered out and it was a bit of work making sure everything was going smoothly. It was nice though, I was just swagging it with the WA coaches Matt, Chris and Tristan and doing some nice cycling. Pretty soon our training kicked off as the last bit of preparation leading into the Nationals. In the new year I also had my mum and dad come over and stay with me for a holiday/regatta support for me as mum had never seen a major regatta before. We had over 100 boats racing nationals this year as it was the major lead in for the Worlds with country spots up for grabs at the Worlds along with individual Olympic trials happening as well. I started with a bang winning the first race and continuing the good form on through the event to finish 5^th overall. I had a few hiccups that dragged me down from the podium contention but things were going in the right direction for the worlds and my back had come good so I was feeling ready.

Mum and dad left me and Elyse came in straight from her Worlds in Argentina to keep me company and have a bit of a holiday. She stayed for about a week before heading home to Perth and leaving me to my final prep for the Worlds. The training beforehand became a bit scrappy as it usually does when too many boats pile in but I felt fresh and ready to put in a focused effort, my main objective: get good starts.

I started with a bang again and for the 3^rd time in the last 4 Worlds I won the first race of the event! I backed it up with a 2^nd place in race two to have a dream start and be in second place after the first day of racing. The speed was there, could I maintain the consistency. The wind didn’t play ball the next day, we went out on time and waited around for several hours. We started one race in very variable conditions which was then abandoned halfway up the beat and we all got sent to shore. We waited for about an hour or so before the breeze filled in and we got back going again for a twilight session. It was quite funky and very tidal out there, I was having a tough time with my starting but always flighting hard and coming back, saving an amazing first race being in the 20s at the top mark and being 4^th by the bottom of the run. I walked away with a 5^th and 10^th after day two, a hard-fought day but saving points as much as I could. The last fleet that day didn’t get back to shore until the sun was over the horizon.

The next day we had a much lighter day with tricky swings in pressure and seaweed patches to navigate. Again, my poor starting really plagued me this day, never even giving myself a chance off the line and always forcing myself to recover through the fleet which I was doing but it was always under pressure and not easy sailing like it is at the front. I took an 18^th and a 10^th to finish qualifying somewhere in the top 20 but off the pace of my goal to finish top 5! Finals started in a funky seabreeze where I had some of the best comebacks of my career. The first beat race one I was executing my plan to sail right well when halfway up the beat the breeze went persistent left and turned the fleet on its head. A rounded in the forties but dug deep with a great run and second beat to save an 18^th somehow. The gold fleet is just so hard to move through so this comeback was significant. Finals race two again I couldn’t navigate to the top mark well. Some poor consolidation timing put me deep in the traffic and again I had to rely on my second beats to save the day. I saved a 20^th which at the end of the day put me in 12^th overall going into the last day of finals racing with a shot at the medal race.

I felt like I had had things against me most of the event but I knew if I could just hold firm in my racing people would crumble around me and I would probably at least save a top 10 result. The last day was one for the history books with 25-30 knots and massive waves. We were all right on the limit physically and control wise. I finally got away with a good start under black flag after several general recalls and was able to charge out left with good speed then cross back to round the top mark in 3^rd place behind Wearny and Buli. I had a loose run but navigated to the bottom well to round 1^st but ended up with a big clump of seaweed around my rudder on the second beat that I just couldn’t shake so slipped down to 5^th at the finish line. The final race I knew I had to hold steady and even though I had another bad start I was composed and put together another great comeback. It was one of the loosest first runs I’ve very done in a Worlds with people on the limit of control and capsizing everywhere. The waves were just so steep and the seaweed making havoc. I took my gains on the run the took another chunk of boats on the second beat then again on the run to take a 12^th place and put myself in 9^th place going into the medal race! It was such a tough day; Jonatan from Hungary went from 4^th to 12^th in those 2 races. I was glad to make the medal race but I knew my top 5 goal was out of reach which left me feeling a little hollow.

The final day of the event was a little strange with the rest of the fleet launching to participate in the 11^th race while the 10 of us waited for the medal race to happen. As things turned out the fleets that were sent out didn’t get their racing in as the wind was too shifty and they went over their allocated schedule so as they were coming in we were released to launch. By the time we were out we had a lovely 14knot seabreeze with fun waves. I had a job to do trying to keep Finn from Ireland behind me (it was who beat who between us) as well as not trying to let Fillip from Croatia beat me by more than 2 boats otherwise, he would jump me. It would have been a push for me to try and catch 10 points on JB in front of me so it was quite a defensive medal race on my part. As things turned out I had another poor start and was on the back foot but so had Finn. I had control of him but Fillip was out in front second around the top so nothing I could do there. I held Finn behind me the whole race protecting 9^th overall but on the final run I fell out of pressure and he passed me along with JB so I ended my worlds 10^th overall.

One thing I would like to highlight here is how hectic it was running the charters underneath all the racing. I enjoyed it but it definitely added another level of stress and organization needed to keep everything working. I put some serious hours in down at Adelaide Sailing Club this summer, most evenings you would see me down there as a regular feature doing something or rather with the boats or the RIB. It was an extra layer that I had to pay attention to and it for sure took a toll, I’m not sure what the consequences of it were on my racing and I probably never will but it put me on the limit of my mental and physical capacities.

I didn’t have much time to process any of this though as I was already lined up to coach the masters worlds starting only 2 days later. One day I’m racing at the highest level, the next I’m in a RIB coaching 8 sailors from all over the USA and one Aussie, all the while still running the charters to various sailors and trying to keep everyone happy. The masters worlds conditions seriously delivered the classic Adelaide summer seabreeze conditions with days easily peaking over 20knots. I was pulling some big days at the club but it was all worth it to get to know the guys I was working with so well and to give them my full effort. I find masters sailors some of the best clients you could ask for as a coach as they are very appreciative of any bit of help you can give them. I had a really good time with my sailors, I’ve become great friends with most of them and will hopefully be seeing them all again soon!

After the masters worlds were done it was time to leave Adelaide after 46 days in the city. I actually really like a lot about Adelaide and will be back again I’m sure but I had to keep the show on the road, there was a schedule to keep and it was tight! The night the masters finished I loaded my rig full for the first time (RIB, 4 boats on the trailer frame and two boats on the roof of the van) ready to hit the road early the next day. 330am my alarm went off and I was on the long road home to Perth. The drive was quite uneventful, I made it all the way to Eucla in time for one of their famous fish burgers on the first day then slept in the back of the van. The next day I got all the way home to Esperance to drop some things of and get some minor repairs done to the rig plus registration for the trailer and the RIB in WA which could have been a major job if I did it in Perth but I got it all done in a morning in Esperance. Then I hit the road late headed for my final destination Perth where I had a very busy two days unloading the rig and getting all the boats to their respective buyers. Without time to breath, I was repacking my bags and off to the airport again, this time headed for Mexico.

I love going to Mexico and any chance I get to go I’ll take. Colin had reached out a while ago asking if I could come back and I knew with my sailing slowing down that would be able to do a bit more work for ISA out there. I had two clinics back-to-back when I got to Puerto Vallarta. The first was with mostly a younger crowd of ILCA 6 sailors from Canada and USA along with resident coach Paul and another local ILCA 7 sailor. We had cracking weather as you can always expect and had plenty of fun sharing the Banderas Bay with the whales coming through. My next group was only 2, one ILCA 6 and one ILCA 7 both from the west coast. I was a little worried I wouldn’t be able to make this productive for them but it turned out to be the opposite and we had a great time with some massive sessions on the water. One day we had 5 ½ hours on the water! Once that was all wrapped up I had a day or two to relax and enjoy La Cruz before I was back to the airport again, this time headed for LA.

I had ended up with another coaching job that had been passed onto me from Saunders following his Olympic selection but I had a few days to kill before that clinic started so my friends the Stahl’s invited me to come up to Newport and stay with them for a while. I did a little coaching work with Landon and his friends but they mostly they were just showing me all the cool things SoCal has to offer and what a day in their lives looked like. It was great fun and I really enjoyed hanging out.

Next up was 5 days of coaching working with another coaches group out of Alamitos Bay Yacht Club, the center of where the 2028 Olympics will be hosted. Coach Rosie’s group was a mix of top youth, and developing/campaigning ILCA 6 girls and we had a blast. I didn’t know what to expect at all but things went great and the group was easy to work with and I had Rosie and Tania helping me run the show which made things so much easier. I got to see more of the Olympic venue and get my head around what that venue would be like both on and off the water. The 5 days coaching was backed up with a 3-day camp called CISA, I guess the equivalent of Westsail in California except with only 3 classes of boat, the I420, 29er and ILCA6 of which I was the lead coach working with 7 other coaches and 60 sailors! It was on a scale I hadn’t worked with before but I had a blast and learnt a lot more on how to be a facilitator in a big training environment like that.  

To finish up my time in Los Angeles Tony took me for one last round of golf at a course called Trump National which was far fancier than any course I had played before and I managed my way around the course with an 86 which I was very happy about! Then it was off to the airport that night for the red eye to Barcelona and the short hop over to Palma to finally be reunited with Elyse who was in the final stages of her preparation for the Princess Sofia Regatta. I wasn’t just here for a holiday though, on top of everything else that has been going on I have taken on the role as Futures coach for the ILCA 7 squad. Essentially this is the squad underpinning the AST/ASPT so my job is to support them to try and make that grade as they transition from youth classes to the open fleet. Most of the guys I already know from racing against them so it’s great to be able to continue working with them as they strive for the next level. The event in Palma threw a bit of everything at us as it usually does and the fleet was red hot being one of the last events before the Olympics. One thing that surprised me was the amount of people that came up to me saying “it’s weird to see you in a coach boat” or “how’s the coach life?” that I hadn’t really spoken too or never met. It’s certainly a different perspective seeing an event I’ve sailed in many times now from the coach boat. Hopefully it’s not my last time racing it!    

It was an intense week with Elyse racing as well and watching how that all unfolded but I won’t be going into that. After the event we went to the north of the island to the town of Port Pollenca which we have stayed in before to have a break and do some cycling. I really love the landscape Mallorca has to offer and the weather was really stunning to be riding in with mostly light winds, sun shining and mid 20-degree weather. I even had an attempt at completing a lap of the island but after 160km and over 1000m of climbing I decided to call it quits, I’ll have another crack next time when I’m better prepared as I basically hadn’t done any exercise since the end of my Worlds in January which now seems life a lifetime ago. It’s amazing how quickly you can move on from something that is so important to you if you have other things to keep you busy and that you are passionate about. Too soon our time on the island came to an end and Elyse and I were getting on the night ferry to Barcelona to do the drive to Hyeres. I wouldn’t be sticking around though and a day after arriving I was off to Nice and waving goodbye to Elyse to return home for the first time in months. Adelaide – Perth – Puerto Vallarta – Los Angles – Mallorca – Perth. Another round the world trip in the passport.

Now I’m back home enjoying being in Perth with its amazing Autumn weather and trying to see people I haven’t had the chance to spend time with in the last 6 months. There’s plenty more coming up on the horizon, this so called hiatus is becoming busier than any of my competing years but it’s a change I needed in life at this time and I’m grateful for the opportunities I’ve been given.

Until next time…

It’s been a bit over 10 weeks since the Worlds finished for 2023 and I thought I would write a quick update on what’s occurring. When I first got home I was exhausted and took 10 days just to be in Perth with Elyse, play a little golf and do some relaxing coffee rides. The weather was so incredible for the first week I was back which definitely helped my mood. 

After 10 days I needed to get home to see my parents. I always have and hopefully always will go back home to Esperance post a major regatta. I really feel like I get the time and space to reflect and do some deep work on myself when I’m in the country. After 10 days there I drove back to Perth with much more clarity of mind and feeling recommitted to sailing and looking forward to the summer. 

My first session back in the boat was not in an ILCA though, it was actually in a Pacer at Royal Freshwater Bay Yacht Club for the annual Ron Tough Pacer challenge. This was my fourth time doing the regatta and was one I had been trying to win for a while but it had eluded me with light shifty winds the last few years. For those who don’t know, it’s an event put together by the foundation and WAIS as a way for the WAIS program to integrate with the sailing community. All the WAIS sailors (and a few extras that are invited) are made skippers and paired up with young sailors from all over Perth. You’re matched based on your combined weight so all the boats are quite fair and everyone races one afternoon as a dash for cash. For one reason or another my crew Nick and I had a day and posted a great scorecard, winning the event and getting our names added to the trophy. It was a great afternoon in the first seabreeze of the season to top it off. 

After that I had a little bit of training in the ILCA just to start me thinking about sailing before I flew back to Esperance, a little last minute, for the Flying Fifteen States! This had been a plan since the start of the year when my friend Muddi had suggested it due to his skipper being away for the event. I couldn’t commit as I thought I was going to be double booked and had forgotten about it for most of the year until I bumped into Muddi again about 10 days prior to the states and we realized we still could do it together! Muddi quickly arranged the trip and did the drive with the boat and I flew down to meet him. This would be my first time steering a Flying Fifteen and my first time racing at home since the 2006 Pelican states, which so happened to be my first regatta ever! Needless to say I was very excited to be racing at home again. 

We had a breezy offshore south wester for the first day of racing and we started with a bang winning the first 2 races. We backed this up with a 4th and a tightly contested 2nd in the final race behind Grant and Luke who were the current national champs and state champs. Day two saw a tricky easterly breeze with some choppy water. We finished 2nd again behind Grant and were equal points now. Things changed for us in the 2nd race and we worked through the fleet to win the race and with Grant having a bad one it meant we secured the regatta win with a race to spare. We still did the last race and finished strong with another win to cap off a great weekend. We had a lovely presentation dinner that night with a 3 course meal! Never get anything like that at ILCA events. 

After the states I stayed on in town and coached the annual learn to sail course which was a heap of fun. I had a great group with 9 girls and 3 boys who were super keen and lovely to work with. By the end of the 4th morning everyone was able to sail a boat by themselves and was keen as mustard to do the sailing season which is the most rewarding feeling as a coach. That night I flew back to Perth to get ready for Westsail starting the next morning.

I’ve been thinking on how many I’ve done now and I’m pretty sure this is my 10th as a coach bringing my total Westsails to 14! It’s pretty cool to have such a great training camp happen every year in WA. It’s a core memory of my youth sailing and I could easily say I wouldn’t be in sailing today if it wasn’t for Westsail. It gave me the exposure I needed as a country sailor to get inspired by the Perth sailors and see how high the level was and where it could take me.

We had a few lousy days of weather to kick off Westsail this time but we had 20 keen ILCA 4 kids split between Ollie (the other coach working with me) and myself who all lapped it up. You never sleep as well as you do after a big day at Westsail and it was great to see everyone improve through the 4 days of training and then put it into practice at the two days of youth states. I’m really excited for the future of WA ILCA sailing. 

Only a few days later it was the Freo Opening day and I was coaching a few of the sailors I had looked after at Westsail there. It was a lovely day to be on the water and I really was loving being out on the ocean again after being on the river the last week. Then just a few days later I was back at the airport again, this time headed for Hobart and their annual TAS Sail event. I had never done the event before but had been invited down by the Fader family who I had worked with the year before in Portugal for the ILCA 4 worlds. I stayed at their house and they were just the best hosts, cooking me homemade meals and everything! The weather was not kind to us for the 4 days of coaching though, a strong front had crossed the region with freezing cold and gusty winds. One of the morings of the youth states we woke up to snow on top of Mt Wellington even! After a quick 4 days in Tasmania I was off again for warmer climates and the first training camp of the season in Brisbane. 

I hadn’t sailed in Brisbane since the 2018 Finn nationals but in all honesty not much had changed. All of us are in the same Airbnb close to the club which has been great vibes and we’ve got a solid hit of sailing in so far. The torture track is still just that, choppy and a grind to sail in but we’re all seeing the improvement from our good work. We’ve all had a cooking rotation which has been awesome and the yacht club has a small gym now which we’ve all been hitting nearly every day. We’ve had one day off so far and I got out on the water with my old buddy Ash for a fish offshore. We had a cracking day and even though the fish weren’t quite biting as well as we wanted I still managed to land a massive red snapper weighing in 8kg! I cooked it for dinner for the boys last night which went down a treat.

We’ve just got a few days to go before we’ve finished this camp up and I’m back in Perth for a hectic few days before I drive back across the country with my dad. I’ll let you know how that goes in a few weeks time but it’s going to be a big summer, definitely the biggest yet, I’m calling it now.  

See you on the water,

Swifto

After a month in Marseilles, it was time to hit the road again. The Olympic Test event was about to get under way and the water ways were going to be shut down to anyone but competitors so while Wearny and Rafa were doing that Finn, Zac and I hit the road and drove to our second home Lake Garda. We had stunning weather all in the mid 30’s (celsius) and nice Oras blowing every afternoon. This was a great chance to get out of the boat for a bit and do one final fitness push before the final intensity leading into the world championships. We cycled nearly everyday with some of the best rides I’ve ever done in Garda including Mt. Baldo again and a new ride with my local friend and bike shop owner Rugga. This was a particularly memorable ride because we started out the from of his shop at 8pm and didn’t finish until after 10pm, the whole time having no idea where we were going. Unfortunately, Elyse didn’t manage to away to Garda until the very end but we made the most of the two days doing as much cycling and swimming as well could.

Too soon we were packing our bags again and on to the next part of the trip. One day I’ll stay in Garda long enough to feel satisfied with my stay but this is yet to happen. Elyse and I got the early bus to connect with a flight out of Milan headed for Brussels (few small dramas here like missing said bus and having to rush around catching 2 trains and a different bus to make it in time but everything worked out in the end). The change in temperature and scenery was stark compared to Italy but luckily we still had sunshine to welcome us into Oostende, a small seaside city just 20km further north of Newport where we trained last year. It’s almost a perfect match for the conditions we would face in Den Haag with massive current and moody seas.

Finn had managed to book an amazing apartment in the city center which made being in a pretty cloudy and rainy venue that much nicer. As Rafa had gone home for a break after the test event we had local legend and recently turned coach/performance director of Belgium sailing Wannes coaching us. Wannes has been on the tour longer than even I and is someone I’ve known since the beginning of my international racing so it was nice to have him coach us about what the North Sea had to offer. We also had Saunders joining us for our training as well which helped break up our regular group a bit and keep things fun. We spent a solid 2 weeks on the water acclimatizing to the current, sometimes I couldn’t believe the power of it. Downwinds could become longer than upwinds or be so short it was impossible to overtake anyone on them. Cross current was even worse, making one tack dominate a leg even though the course was set true to the wind. It really was a unique type of sailing. Finally, it was time to pack up and get ready to move one last time, just a few hours up the road to Holland.

Elyse and I had a few days to kill in Oostende before the move and unfortunately while we were resting up after our hard block of training, we both got a bad tummy bug. Only for 24 hours but having everything come up and out of both ends wasn’t very fun. Luckily, I was turning a corner when we had to catch the train up to Den Haag and we only had to change trains a couple of times to make it to town. Everything went smoothly and we made it to our new home, a self-contained apartment building that the AST had booked out for all the athletes. It was super close to the boat park which meant we could just walk each day to the beach which was super helpful. Den Haag was a very nice, clean city. I would say there wasn’t too much going on day to day but it had some nice coffee venues and sleepy streets to walk through which was nice when we got the chance to get away from the boat park.

The usual mandatory charter boat collection all went well and we got a decent 4 days of training in pre-event. I don’t think I had ever been to a regatta that had so many sailing instruction rules and regulations to follow including dedicated time slots for your training that you had to sign in and out of each time. It all seemed a bit over the top but I didn’t let it distract me. My training was going well, I knew I had the speed to do well in any conditions and my mind was determined to stay focused on my processes and not results.

Qualifying: The event started steadily for me. We began in moderate conditions with a very strong current coming just left of the wind making the beats very long. I got away with a solid start but hadn’t expected in my strategy that the left of the course would be so dominant. I had crossed everyone on my right after starting near the pin only to have them all cross me later as I approached the top. I rounded in the mid-20s and got to work chasing, having a good reach and run and second beat, getting back to a top 5 position before losing a few and taking an 8^th to end the first race. R2 I had quite a conservative start which hurt me a lot with the fleet really pulling away in the clear air I didn’t have back in the second row. I rounded in the 30s this time and got to work with a great second beat seeing me gain about 20 boats! I could have finished top 10 easily but messed up my top mark approach and had to settle for a 14^th. This left me 11^th after the first day surprisingly with a lot of people struggling with consistency.

Day 2 we launched and got towed way way out to one on the coursed further north. The wind was dropping and the current only getting stronger with the change coming in. We started a race barely moving upwind that later was abandoned about 10min in as we had hardly gone more that 100m upwind of the start line and never would have made the top mark in the time limit. The RC made the good call to abandon racing for the day and instead use one of the two reserve days to catch up racing later.

Day 3 was a massive day in sport. We launched in lovely sailing conditions with current going against the wind meaning long downwinds and short beats. Unfortunately, the RC wasted all that good breeze with anchor troubles. We waited around for nearly 4 hours before we started to get a race away. This was super disappointing as I felt a good day was on the cards. The wind had been so steady all the time we were waiting then of course, as we got our first race away we had a massive, 20 degree right hand shift come through and I was out on the left side after having a glamour start. I rounded in to 50s and with the remainder of the legs being a soldier’s course (one tack legs) I had no chance to recover and finished in the 40s. Not ideal. R4 the wind was dropping and the current shifting from behind us to in front which was messing with the course skew and length. I had a decent start under a black flag and got clear in the light breeze to round the top 12^th and then chip away on the second beat and run to take 5^th on the line. After this day the RC made the call to move to finals racing so we now were going to have 6 Gold fleet races instead of 4. I think most of the top competitors preferred this but it obviously meant a lot of disappointment for those that ended up outside the top 70 cut line.

Day 4 was delayed due to a lack of wind but late in the day a true seabreeze filled in which was one of the first any of us had sailed in. Even the training in Belgium was all frontal driven so it was our first day with this direction but we all love 10-15 seabreezes. We had current against wind making long downwinds again and stressful starts trying not to be over. After many recalls we got away and I had a solid start near the pin. Using some good speed I got back across the majority but the right side of the course was actually the side paying. I rounded 15 or so but had an amazing run sailing right through the middle all the way up to 6^th at the bottom. Some good speed on the upwind put me in 4^th at the top but a bad run with me splitting away from the leaders cost me back to 7^th. Still not a bad opening to finals series. R5 I didn’t get the same opportunities with a poorer start and being back in the pack at the top. I was in the 50s the majority of the race but chased hard on the final run to gain 15 boats to take a 37 and save some points on my drop of 41 from qualifying (only 1 drop this regatta).

Day 5 was absolutely hectic. Nice wind in the 10-15 range but strong current with it! The starting was so challenging trying to find front row position and protect it without being over or too exposed. I had a shocker start but that wasn’t the half of it. The first top mark was the worst thing I had ever been a part of. The level of chaos as people tried to jam in at the mark while the current ripped everyone down under the layline was insane. We had a 40 boat pile up and very little chance to escape the wall of boats. I think I had 4 attempts at getting around which is unheard of. Somehow, I got through not the worst of the bunch and made a good second beat comeback to 33^rd from somewhere in the 50s! R8 was just as desperate and crazy. I had enough of getting spanked in the middle of the beat and my intuition was telling me I had to go right. I started right at the boat but didn’t get the greatest start, not being able to tack straight away. I had to reach under a Greek sailor to get clear then I was the most right boat, fully committed. The whole pack I was will well and truly overlayed the top mark even with the current but I cam screaming back in with so much pace that I rounded 12^th. The race got a bit funky after that as I made gains then lost them again to hold 12^th.

Day 6 was a long stressful day of waiting around. The forecast wasn’t good and the RC knew it. After waiting all day they finally made the call to abandon racing, Elyse and I never even went to the boat park that day. Instead, we went for a nice spin in the afternoon to turn the legs over and get some pent-up energy out. I hate the waiting days of regattas, arguably the most stressful part of being a sailor.    

Day 7 (our second reserve day being used) we had some wind and a new course area close to the beach. I was in 13^th going into the final day with only 15 points or so to take a top 10 and make the medal race. I knew just 2 solid scores would secure the deal so I was ready and focused. My starts had really let me down most of finals so I was determined to finally get a good start and be on the pointy end of the fleet early. I had a great start in the general recall tacking and crossing the fleet from the middle. I was super confident in my transit, a massive radio tower in the distance, but understandably the fleet was being cautious with the line as the current was ripping everyone upwind. I set up too boldly, in front of the pack waiting back and dragged everyone up to my line with about 20 seconds to go. I was still pushing at the front of this line and lost sight of my transit. That was that, another general recall and my number was on the board. I didn’t want to believe it as, at the time, I was so confident I wasn’t over but in hindsight I can say I definitely was. So, I sat around and watched a very challenging looking race unfold in front of me. I knew chances of top 10 were gone but it didn’t mean I couldn’t have a good last race to finish strong. R10 I was tucked up near the boat as the 50+ meter/min current took us all upwind, I didn’t get away clear and was sure it would be a general recall but we got away and I was back in the fight. I rounded 50 something and got to work on the long downwinds into the current. I didn’t make much ground back until the final run, taking 13 boats or so to finish 27^th and 20^th overall, my lowest rank of the week unfortunately.

The 2023 Sailing World Championships were a really stressful event, the extra hype with other classes around, all of management present and the crazy tides of Den Haag put all your systems on overdrive. I don’t feel bad about my effort, preparation or attitude towards this event, at the end of the day I just didn’t execute on the level I needed to reach my goals. My 11^th worlds and 6^th top 20.

After the worlds we celebrated Wearny taking the dub and Elyse and I managed to get out and see the city a little bit as we hadn’t been in yet at all. The before you know it, we’re on a long flight from London to Perth (the direct flight is very good, would recommend). Now is time to decompress, recover the body and start planning for next year and everything that is going to happen this summer. We have a January world championship in Adelaide, only my second time doing a worlds on Australian waters. It’s going to be super fun and I’m getting excited to get back into it already. See you on the water.              

When I got back to Perth the weather was amazing. Every time I come back to Western Australia; I’m reminded what a special place it is to call home. There’s nowhere quite like it. I had a little time to sort myself out then got back on the water in my own E6 boat which felt great. I did 4 days on water doing a little sail testing and maintenance of skills work before it was time to hop back in a big bird again and head for Milan. This was going to be a little bit of a different trip for me because for the first time ever my dad was coming with me to Europe.

My dad had never been to Europe before and hadn’t been overseas in at least 30 years so this was a once in a lifetime type adventure. We landed in Milan together event free and picked up a hire car to finish off the trip driving to Andora, right next to San Remo near the French boarder. We found Elyse who had travelled a few days ahead of us and she showed us into the Airbnb we had booked. It was tight but would do just fine. It was very early in the season for us, I had never been to Europe so early in the season so we were all prepared for a very cold start but because of Europe’s drought that I had experienced in November 22 and was still continuing, we had very sunny and mild days which were just beautiful. The sailing however was something else.

I had never sailed here before; I’ll try and describe it briefly. Andora had large hills and headlands falling into deep, cold water. Then prevailing wind was from the north east as was the current with protection from it the closer you got to shore under the headland. This headland also played havoc with the wind as our inner loop course was set right under it so it became a very common theme for the event to have a very different inner loop to the outer loop.

We started with 1 light race with onshore breeze, I just missed one crucial right shift late in the beat and could only come back to a 17^th. The next day we were on the water 4 hours but got no racing. In the one beat we did I was 3^rd up until abandonment due to no wind. Day three saw 3 races being run and a mega 7 hours on water. I again had a race in the top 2 get abandoned at the bottom mark to be resailed. When the wind steadied, I pulled out two 6ths in a row and unfortunately finished the day with a 20^th. After the 4 races where completed we moved to finals racing straight away so everything was still to play for. We finally woke up to a morning of good breeze and I was excited to stretch my legs, knowing I was in great physical shape. I had a good start under black flag and played to beat quite well to round the top mark 2^nd and then briefly take the lead on the reach only to get swallowed on the run as people behind got a big puff first. Still sailed well to take another 6^th and keep my regatta alive. The next race was my own fault, I had a messy boat end start when the priority was to get left. This left me when a massive chase and I was happy to turn a 35^th at the top mark into a 17^th at the finish line but the reality was I should have been higher. Later that night a protest was conducted by a competitor against the race committee for improper action (allowing too many people to be over the start and not calling the start back) so my 6^th place race was scrapped along with everyone else’s first race in finals. Another costly set back I could do nothing about.

The next day we got to the boat park to find no one was launching. A strike by the sailors was in action against the race committee and the poor management of racing. I had never seen a sailor strike in all my years sailing but I was glad to be a part of this as the event to this point really had been poorly managed. After an hour of standing around we hit the water and we got two races away in some of the lightest and trickiest racing possible. I had some terrible starts but fought hard to claw back a 22^nd in the first race but had nothing left mentally to make back any places in the second race and took a 58^th, dead last. We finished the regatta with a triple race day, I started well with an 11^th but after that I struggled to navigate the cramped course well, always finding myself at the back of the pack after going the wrong way up the beat and having to fight through in short 40min races which left no time to truly come back well. I ended the event 25^th overall, not at all what I was aiming for but also not feeling too disappointed as quite a few things didn’t go my way this time around. Time to reset and refocus.

After the regatta Elyse, dad and I packed up the hire car and hit the road, this time headed for my favourite place in the world, Lake Garda. We all had a few days to kill before we moved on to Mallorca and I really wanted my dad to see the lake. We scored good weather again, the haziest I’ve ever seen though, due to the calm weather and lack of rain. I got some good riding and fitness in and managed to take dad around to see the sights including some of our favourite restaurants but all too soon it was time to hit the road again.

Palma would be dad’s final week with us, we had a large Airbnb booked not too far from the club which was very nice and we picked up a hire car again so we could explore the island. I had a few more days to kill before the boys showed up with the boats so dad and I went and explored the island a little. We drove to the other side of the island and by chance drove past Rafael Nadal’s Museum so stopped for a look. It’s an amazing facility with many tennis courts, a school, accommodation and the museum itself. One of the best things we saw was an underground cave network with the biggest underground lake in Europe apparently. This included an amazing concert with classical music being played from inside one of the rowed boats in a natural auditorium. It was truly stunning and I would highly recommend if you ever get to Mallorca.

Unfortunately, not long after this I came down with a nasty flu like virus. It felt exactly like covid which I had contracted the same time last year but it never came up with a positive test. I was down and out on my bed for 4 days and was only really feeling better after 8 days, which meant by this time it was time to start racing without having done nearly any training. I knew I wouldn’t have forgotten anything but it definitely wasn’t the best preparation for a major regatta. I started well, day 1 we were away in a very shifty cloud driven breeze. I had worked through the fleet in a dying breeze to make my way up to 6^th on the final run when the race was abandoned due to lack of breeze.

Day 2 we started in a shifty onshore breeze where I picked up a 3^rd and 6^th place, the 6^th feeling a bit disappointing as I was 2^nd to the top in this race. After that race the wind did a 180 and started blowing very erratically from the land. I felt confident with what I was seeing and my choice of strategy to head right but as the gun went a massive left shift swept through the course and all of a sudden I was 100s of meters behind the race leaders. I fought hard but the front of the race was never to be seen again and I had to take a 31^st. Not ideal.

Day 3 was where things really started to unravel. I had two great starts in in moderate seabreeze conditions and usually my speed would do the talking for there but this time I found myself still heavily in the fight at the top mark both races. This rattled me and pretty much shot my confidence, not thinking about the racing but all the time the outcome. I ended the day with two scores around 20 and I knew my goal of a top 5 finish was pretty much over. The next day finals started in similar conditions and I did not handle it well, some results in the 50s and a BFD in a race to top it off. By now I wanted to call it quits but we still had another day to go. I endured it, feeling very much like I was just sailing around the course and not racing at all but I’ve never pulled out of a regatta or not finished a race if I could help it and I wasn’t going to start now. I finished 57^th overall, one of my worst results in a long time and not one I’m proud of. In hindsight my mentality was all or nothing, I was going to achieve my goal or I didn’t want it. I wasn’t prepared to grind out another 20 something result which ultimately lead to this massive collapse. Always something to learn from sport.

Once the event was over Elyse and I migrated over to the other side of the island as we usually do to unwind and maintain some fitness. Unofficially called “cycle camp”, everyone hits the road and makes the most of being at one of the most incredible cycling destinations in the world. We stayed at a very nice fitness hotel which had everything we needed and more. One new activity we all fell in love with was the European sport of Paddle, a cross between tennis and squash, which was at our hotel and would be played late into the night on many occasions.  

After a week in Port de Pollenca it was time to move again and before we knew it Elyse and I were on the ferry headed for Barcelona to then drive the remaining 500km or so to Hyeres. Everything went smoothly and all too soon we were back after only being in Hyeres a few months earlier. The training up to the event went well with a mix of light and moderate conditions and some nice country side cycling thrown in there as well. Then, as if on schedule, a mistral hit the coast and day one of the event was met with 15+ knots and the typical flat water that Hyeres provides. I started the event well with a 5^th and 6^th place in some very tricky sailing. Both races our outer loop became mixed in with the fleet behind so our second run would have 100+ boats on it creating carnage.

Day 2 was met with an even windier day and I was pumped to see what I could do. A little too pumped unfortunately as I gave myself a costly BFD in the first race, having to sit out for the entire race. This sucked as these conditions should have been an automatic top 5 in qualifying, and with only 1 drop this regatta it meant everything was going to count from here on in. Race two I came out of the blocks well and lead to the top and help the lead until the second beat where Wearny got a cross on me only for me to get it back at the top. Final run was a great Aussie battle with us two and Ej just behind who had an outstanding run to win the race, Wearny 2^nd and me 3^rd. All three of us had finished before anyone else had reached the gate so that felt good.

The wind made a turn after day two to become much lighter and variable. I felt good in the boat and like I made good starts and first beat choices but managed to get sucked into the pack still. I really had some poor second beats and runs which is where the real damage was done and I ended the day with two really disappointing scores. This was a bit of a reset for me as we still had finals to go and I wasn’t going to waste this chance to get better at my light air sailing. I really struggled to get good starts but I stayed patent and had some of my best runs ever to get myself back into races and finished with 16,13,15,7 in gold fleet and place 18^th overall. To put that in context I had 49 points in the two races on the last day of qualifying and I had 51 points for the whole final’s series. I really need to get my consistency together.

After all was packed up and done Elyse and I got on a flight home and had a few days in Perth before we finally got away to my home town Esperance to get away from it all. We got to spend a night and two days on Woody Island which is a small camp ground set up on one of the many islands surrounding Esperance. It is so nice to have a home so far away from cities and my regular life, I feel like I get to reset fresh every time I come back. I also was given a very nice opportunity to speak at Esperance Bay Yacht Clubs annual presentation night and share some of my sailing adventures with everyone that I started my sailing journey with which was very cool.

After 10 days at home, it was back to Perth again and straight into a training camp with the Futures Squad, the next young generation coming through along with Zac and Ej too. We had 8 boats in total and got a great mix of conditions, mostly light and tricky winds. We had 5 solid days of that before the young guys went back home and I went back to regular training with the Perth guys for a few more weeks. This included a bit of coaching at Fremantle Sailing Club as well and a quick camping trip with my mate Ki. Just as winter was truly setting in it was time to fly again, this time to get my 2023 World Championships campaign under way, starting in Marseille, France to get some training in with the best groups in everyone’s lead up to the Olympic Test Even in July.

Now I’m coming to the end of my time in France after a month of training here from the start of June to the start of July. I really like the city of Marseille; it provides great sailing conditions and an interesting city to explore. I always find new things to see and do the more time I spend here. I had a very productive training block mostly focused on speed and starts for myself and placed well in the 4-day training regatta we had, finishing 5^th overall. Next up is a fitness block in Lake Garda while the Test event is on and then on to Belgium to start getting exposure to the current that we are all waiting for in The Hague for the World Championships. I’ll give an update before the worlds begin. Finally, I am fully back up to date with my sailing travels. Thanks for hanging in there, see you on the water soon.

Swifto  

Nullarbor and Nationals

Next up on the agenda was preparation for a summer of racing with my own charter business being run on the side. Many months earlier the opportunity to buy some team boats (6 to be exact) had been presented to me by Rafa and I thought I would take on the challenge. This started a massive logistical learning adventure but I had a lot of fun along the way. To begin with I had to fly to Esperance last minute to get mums car, which was the only thing big enough to tow the 6 boats across the country, then bring it back to Perth to pack the car and collect the trailer I was going to use for the trip. It was a lot of running around but eventually everything was sorted so Elyse and I could get on the road. We enjoyed Christmas morning in Perth with Elyse family before driving to Esperance (yes, all 8 hours’ worth) to then enjoy Christmas eve with my family. On boxing day we continued on across the country, camping one night, staying in the worlds roughest pub the next before getting into Sydney late on the 4^th day of driving. We had quite the adventure as I kept telling Elyse who had never driven the Nullarbor before, “you have to do it once in your life!”

The next day we settled in a bit more at my Uncle Rob and Aunty Kate’s house in Sydney for the nationals, the same place I had stayed for the same event at the same yacht club 12 years prior when I was still a radial sailor. No time to relax too long though, I had 6 boats I had to move out of storage on the other side of the city and get to Botany Bay in time for all the internationals coming to charter from me. The British boys and Kiwis were coming for most of the summer which included the Nationals, Sail Melbourne and a month of training in Adelaide so I had offered my services and they had all happily accepted my solution to their charter needs. Now I needed to pull this thing off otherwise I could have some grumpy competitors coming after me. It was a bit nerve racking trying to figure out how to best stack the boats the first time, not knowing even if I would have to capacity to do it but after the first short drive to Botany, I knew we would be alright. We got the boats to the club and Elyse and I quickly got to work putting the boats together with the parts that were missing, cleaning the hulls and spray painting the trolleys so they wouldn’t go missing during the week. It was a really big two days of work getting them ready but we got it done just in time and everyone was happy with what they had so that made me happy. Now it was time to start racing!

We got off to a cracker start with a strong North East seabreeze blowing and sunshine. The racing was red hot from the go and I think we all realised this was going to be a tough summer of sailing. We had the entire British Sailing Team of Micky, Elliot, Dan and Sam along with the Kiwi Team of George and Tom as well as Ryan from Singapore. We also had the whole host of young Australians coming up through the ranks to challenge us so from the first race I think we all knew we were on for a big summer. I got off to a bit of a shaky start to the Nationals but I improved as the event went on and put myself in a position to challenge for the podium on the last day but it wasn’t to be and I had to settle for 4^th overall and second Australian behind Wearny, Micky and Elliot.

Then came the big pack up for the journey south to Melbourne and the second event of the summer. It took a while but we managed to get all the boats on the trailer and in a stable situation so the day after the event Elyse and I hit the road. We started late so the goal was Aubrey and we got in a bit later than planned but we had no time pressure so we could just plod along. The next day we rolled into Royal Brighton Yacht Club on a sunny afternoon and unloaded the boats. This time we were staying at our friends parents house of Eliza and Jeremy, the same as I stayed in for the worlds back at the start of 2020. This was actually the first time I had been in Melbourne since then so it was nice to be back and see how the city had changed after a few years away.

After two days of training on the water and a day off the water playing golf we got stuck into the racing. Melbourne always throws up a mix of conditions and this was no exception with shifty offshore conditions and one and strong onshore conditions the next. I was able to keep my sailing fairly consistent throughout the event and coming into the last race had a good chance at finishing on the podium. I had George on equal points with me and Dan 1 point in front so it was going to be tight. I remember completely messing up my start though, getting trapped in irons moments before the gun and starting a whole 15 seconds late behind the fleet. I was able to catch up but knew I hadn’t done enough to beat Dan, although I did manage to keep George behind me, just beating him in the race to secure 4^th. Then, when we got to shore and checked the results it had me in 3^rd! Dan had be BFD on the start in the race to gift me the podium. I was very lucky but happy to take a medal behind Micky and Elliot again.

Once again, the circus was on the road, this time off to Adelaide. We packed up and Elyse and I left the day after the regatta, driving all the way in one go and arriving to our Airbnb (which was very nice) in the evening. We were here to complete a month of training in preparation for the 2024 world champs which were to be hosted here in 12 months’ time. Elyse and I had a few days to enjoy Adelaide, exploring the town and even riding down to see the start of one of the stages of the Tour Down Under, Australia’s premier cycling event. It was great to get to see all the pros and their expensive bikes, you could really tell just by looking at them just how fit they were. We then got stuck into the sailing again, completing 9 days on the water for the first part of the camp with the Adelaide State Champs as a part of it. I managed to finished 3^rd here, finally beating Elliot in a regatta but losing to Micky and Wearny.

I flew home to see Elyse and get some rest from sailing for a few days while we had some holiday time between camps, then got stuck back into it again for the second camp for another 8 days on the water. It was a great time with amazing cycling, good gyms and a very supportive venue. The sailing waters off Adelaide and very nice, with a mix of strong seabreezes and tricky gradient winds to keep you on your toes. After all this intense sailing it was time to pack up one final time and hit the road, all the way back to Perth! We loaded the trailer and I got all the parts in order and was driving out of Adelaide by 2pm. It was pretty hot so I took my time and has the goal of getting to Ceduna that evening. Nothing could have really prepared me for what happened next.

At around 2am, only 30km out of Ceduna, my right axle of my trailer snapped. The trailer hit the tarmac and an explosion of sparks followed as the right wheel whizzed past me into the bush on the other side of the road. Thank goodness there wasn’t anyone around and I was able to pull over safely off the road and park up near some bushes. I didn’t really know what to do but this wasn’t a part of the plan. I decided to camp up on the side of the road and see if I could find help the next morning in town. It was a Friday (of course) so I knew this was going to be tricky in a country town. I rolled in early, leaving the trailer on the side of the road, and found some breakfast before getting to work finding a repair place. One conversation led to another and I eventually found this guy Toby who could help me. He ordered a new axle for me to be freighted over night from Adelaide and said he would even fit it for me the next day on a Saturday. This meant I had another night to spend in Ceduna so I camped up at the local caravan park for the night and went exploring. I met a nice young guy from Korea who was camping next to me and he was cycling across Australia just because he felt like it. Crazy guy but we had dinner together and some interesting conversations. I cycled with him out of town and said goodbye then was able to pick up the trailer that afternoon and hit the road. Couldn’t believe it was only a 24 hour turn around to get going again, I was very lucky to break down where I did. If it was anywhere else, I could have been stuck for days. Also, amazing that nothing happened to the boats, they all could have fallen of and I would have been in real trouble but everything was fine and not a single boat was damaged.

I drove a bit over 1000ks that day, arriving in Balladonia in the early hours of the morning for a quick sleep before finishing the drive into Perth the next day, just in time for my dad to collect mum’s car from me to drive back to Esperance the next day. Meanwhile I got to work sorting out all the equipment and cleaning the boats up for the customers buying them, I had a big day on the tools that day but after 12 hours at Freo sailing club I had sorted everything as was ready to be done with my charter boat business expedition. I had to be anyway because the next day I was off to Sydney for a 3-day team camp, the annual get together of all the members and staff of the AST to talk about the year ahead. When that was finally done, I could go back home and enjoy 10 days of being in Perth, sail testing for a couple of them and just generally getting my life sorted before I headed over to Europe again for the first event of the season, the European Championships (I know I had just completed the 2022 European Championships but for whatever reason they decided to put the event late in 2022 and early in 2023 so that meant they were pretty much back to back events).

What an epic summer it was, definitely one of the most heavily packed sailing and busiest I’ve had but one I’ll always remember. I think it will be hard to top the summer of 2023.

This is a well over due update. I’ve constantly been telling myself to update my blog but I keep finding excuses not to so now we’re here 7 months later with a biannual report I guess! It’s been one of the most packed tight 7 months of sailing and travel of my life so buckle up. Keeping things consistent I’m going back to were I left off in October where I’m just finishing up a training camp on the Gold Coast in preparation for the European Championships in Hyeres, my second trip to Hyeres in 2022 (and funnily enough I’m writing this from Hyeres mid regatta in 2023 but we’ll catch up to that at the end). I’m going to break this up into location-based chunks to keep things simple.

Fremantle

After the Gold Coast I still had a week at home training before I headed to Europe again for the European Championships. This was my last little time here for quite a while so I made the most of it. I also got to compete in my home clubs annual sailing regatta, Sail Freo where I got the win over my team mates Zac and Ethan. I always cherish being from such a great place as Western Australia and I’m lucky to call it home.

Hyeres, France

After just 6 months away I was back again in Hyeres but in an entirely different time of year. I think this was everybody’s first time in the venue in November and it certainly had a different feeling to the usual April sailing we were all used to. Most shops were closed up for the winter months as the town is very much a summer time destination only. We were very lucky to score some amazing weather however. With a drought hitting most of Europe it meant the sun was unseasonably still out and despite the days being quite a bit shorter we could still enjoy 20-degree weather each day.

Elyse and I had flown into Milan to collect the team trailer and van (along with my new boat) and then driven down to Hyeres the next day. The sailing conditions were really great in all the lead up training with nice onshore winds blowing and fun waves. Then in classic fashion the first day of the event saw a complete wind change with off shore winds and flat water for the entire regatta. I started out alright with a few good scores and a race win in qualifying to get into finals in an alright position, 14^th if I remember right. Then finals started with a 3-race day and some of the most shifty and difficult conditions I’ve seen in Hyeres. We had a North West wind blowing which was a direction no one had ever seen before, including JB who is the local. Coming straight off the mountains it made for a bizarre day of racing. I lead to the top mark race one and held onto a 2^nd place which was a good start but after that I couldn’t navigate to the top mark in any kind of a good position. I had an amazing come back race 2, going from 53^rd at the top to 16^th at the finish but couldn’t sustain that level of comeback for the final race.

On our final day of racing, it was looking like we were going to race after waiting on land and on water for many hours for wind. Then, in the dying moments before they would have to abandon the day a puff came through under a rain cloud and the race committee got the orange flag up. Half the fleet had towed in by now and they were racing back out to get to the start in time. We were the only fleet out and there was a strange feeling in the air, like we were in a stadium. I was fighting to try and get myself into a top 8 position overall to re qualify for AST and I had a good start and beat but didn’t capitalize on the left shift I knew was coming so was stuck in the late teens when a top 5 was probably needed to secure the result. I finished 11^th overall after the hard-fought week then had to do the grimmest pack up I’ve ever done. It was dark when we got in and the rain had settled in. We had less than 10 degrees and were all in our sailing kit trying to put our boats on the trailer and all our luggage away. It was time to leave Hyeres for another year.

Paris

After the European Championships were over Elyse and I had planned a little 3-day trip to Paris, seeing as we were already in France and neither of us had been. We had also heard November can be a very nice time to go with minimal tourists as the summer rush was over and the Christmas holiday makers hadn’t started filling up the city yet. We caught the train up via Marseilles which was a total of about 4 ½ hours. We had a lovely time seeing as much as we could and eating out at some very nice places. The weather was cold but not too rainy and a combination of public transport, walking and Lime bikes got us all over the city. It was a perfect amount of time to run around and enjoy travel away from a boat park. When out time was up it was time to say goodbye to Elyse as she was heading back to Perth and I was off to Mexico, again!

Puerto Vallarta, Mexico

This was my second time in Mexico in the same year as well but for quite different reasons to the World Championships earlier in the year. This time I was invited back to run a coaching clinic of my own and I couldn’t be more excited. I truly love Mexico and think it’s one of the best places to visit, everything from the people, the climate, the food and the culture. It’s all very interesting and different to Australia and I’ve got great friends in Collin and his family after the staying with them the last time I was in PV. I did a 50/50 split in accommodation this time with half my time at Collins ranch and half my time at Vaughn’s apartment in Bucerias which is a very chill seaside town about 30min drive from the city of PV. I had a great time looking after my sailors for the week and can’t wait to come back again. The two weeks flew by and once again it was time to get in the air, this time for a very long flight from LA to Sydney.

Sydney

No rest for the wicked, it was time to compete again only 3 weeks after the Euros were finished. I hadn’t competed in Sail Sydney in what felt like forever with Covid preventing me from doing the event for several years. This was a doozey of an event with some of the windiest sailing I’ve ever done on the harbor but we all had a good time and I managed to just pip Finn for second overall behind Wearny in the last race. That afternoon was followed by a quick pack up and a flight out of there to start getting ready for a massively busy summer and a quick Christmas break (wasn’t much of a break).

I’m going to cut off here and start fresh for the next blog instalment about the domestic season and all the craziness that was the summer of 2023. Hang tight!

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