The first few days of this latest race found me searching for inspiration. The relentlessness of light airs sailing was beginning to get the better of me when the wind increased and things changed dramatically. 24 hours after drifting almost windless we had 42 kts apparent wind on the nose and the storm jib needed to go on. I found myself instinctively grabbing the sail and chirping ‘I’ll go!’. Koh and I began to crawl to the foredeck being washed back and slammed against the shrouds at least twice in the process. Upon arriving at the forestay I felt a momentary wave of fear before we both instinctively roared laughing and then spent the next 40 minutes standing on the pulpit being battered by waves, whooping with joy every time we attached another hank. Sail successfully hoisted, we eventually dragged ourselves back to the cockpit beaming with pride and satisfaction.  Inspiration found!