David Robbins: My dreams of plain sailing were dashed upon the rocks early in my career
I realised fairly early on in my sailing career that I was not Volvo Ocean Race material. The prospect of nine months of heroic battle against the elements, followed by a hell of a hooley in Galway was, sadly, beyond my reach.
Mind you, I showed early promise. I managed to pull the right ropes and wind the right winches when I crewed on a stately old cruiser skippered by my friend's dad.
On a beat across Dublin Bay, sitting on the gunwales, with the spray in my face, I had a Toad of Toad Hall moment: "This is the thing," I thought. "This is the only thing."