Tomorrow I travel to Horta on the Azores to tick the box on one of my ambitions and join the crew of a 65ft yacht and bring her back 1370nm to Portsmouth. In order to be able to fly from Birmingham, and to get there as cheaply as possible I’ve gone for the scenic route, first flying to Zurich which is of course in the wrong direction, and then transferring to Lisbon where I will overnight before catching the forward flight to Horta on Sunday morning. I’ve then booked a few nights of R&R ar the Pousadas Hotel overlooking the harbour on the Island of Faial which is where I join the crew on Wednesday 26th May. We expect to depart Horta on Friday 28th with an ETA back in the UK on 6th June.
A little footage to get you/me in the mood ![]()
Footnote: Mrs H and my family are not away, so the house is not unoccupied
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Sailing: Horta – Portsmouth — Mark Hendy http://goo.gl/Nvol How excited am I?This comment was originally posted on Twitter
I hope you had an awesome time Mark
Julian I had a wonderful time. I’d do it all again tomorrow if I could
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