The stuff of dreams

Whichever way you look at it the Vendee Globe is the craziest* of races. You would never gather together a bunch of fell runners and point them at Mount Everest with a prize for first back to base camp (at least I hope not).

But the Vendee is the ocean equivalent of mountaineering extremes undertaken as a race. It's an open book of human endeavour with drama on every page. This year's Vendee has delivered everything - from early retirements, technical failures, rescues at sea and high speed challenges that collapsed in mid-charge.

A few reputations have suffered but most have been enhanced and few more so than that of Steve White who sails in to Les Sables d'Olonne today in eighth place. White deserves a big welcome because here is someone who put everything on the line for his dream. Updating the blog, I'm reading that thousands have turned out to cheer him in.

He is not a wealthy man and has spent almost everything he has on this race. A sponsorship deal fell through and within a few days of the start he was unsure of a race sponsor until a private individual came forward with the funds. I don't who this individual is but I applaud their willingness to show faith in White's indomitable spirit.

Before this race, White was barely known in UK yacht racing. He didn't have a background in sailing but came to it in his twenties. There's no pedigree of dinghy competition or Olympic-class sailing in his past. But there is enormous ambition and the the kind of grit you see only too rarely these days.

Today he will sail in to Les Sables, having achieved a feat that defeated 19 of his heavily-sponsored fellow starters. It's the kind of story book finish you normally find in film scripts. I cannot imagine that he entertained hopes of a top 10 finish at the start but here he is, a round-the-world sailor at the end of the world's most gruelling single-handed yacht race.

Whatever else he does in life, that's one hell of an achievement to remember in long winter nights with the grandkids. But somehow I don't think White will rest on his laurels. His boat is called Toe in the Water but it's full immersion from here on in. There may be bigger things ahead for him, but, however long he lives, I cannot think there will be a sweeter moment than coming home today. I hope he enjoys it as much as those who have followed the race have been inspired by his example.

As he sailed in today, someone in the crowd had a placard that said it all: "Thanks Steve, you have made us dream."

* With the possible exception of the Volvo Ocean Race, arguably crazier still.

Can there be any more surprises left?

Michel Desjoyeaux has pulled out a 500 miles lead on Roland Jourdain in the Vendee Globe. Even with the compression that will probably occur in the doldrums, that looks like too much to overhaul now as long as Desjoyeaux's boat holds together.

The winds became so heavy just north of Cape Horn last week that Brian Thompson made the prudent decision to head for shelter, making no headway for some time in order to stay south of the worst of the weather.

He and those around him - Dee Caffari and Arnaud Boissières - know they can't catch the leaders. Sam Davies in Roxy is also probably out of reach of Thompson now as she is nearly a thousand miles ahead. While the positions may change among the three behind Roxy its is difficult to see the running order change much nearer the front unless Davies can overcome the redress given to Marc Guillemot on Safran.

Steve White has stuck to his task on Toe in The Water and looks set to be rewarded with a top 10 finish. Getting round the world will be accomplishment enough for the relatively inexperienced and underfunded Englishman.

With less than 3,500 miles to go Desjoyeaux must be beginning to scent victory but those behind can't afford to slacken off. Everyone in the fleet will remember what happened to Mike Golding when in the lead. Equipment failure can happen at any time.

Thirty boats set out on this adventure. Twelve remain.

Stop press: sailors racing

The British newspaper coverage of the Vendee Globe race has been scant. Apart from a few news stories of the "British heroine goes to the aid of stricken sailor" type when Sam Davies - who happens to be young, pretty and female - diverted her course to help Yann Elies, there have been very few reports.

I was surprised, therefore, to find a report on page 11 of today's Daily Telegraph, focusing on Jonny Malbon in 13th place just 4,000 miles behind the leader. Then I noticed it said "special report" with "in association with Artemis, The Profit Hunter" at the end of the report. I don't like this kind of advertorial as it is dressed up to look like a piece of journalism when in fact the journalist is simply pandering to the wishes of an advertiser.

Then again, I would question the news values of British sports editors who have studiously ignored one of the most dramatic of sporting events. Why does this happen? I would list several reasons:

Xenophobia: there is a parochialism about sports coverage that, in this case, is magnified since the best round-the-world sailors are almost all French.

Obsession with football: this really does not need any other explanation.

Perceived elitism: it's not easy to be a round-the-world sailor and most of them rely on corporate sponsors. That most have not enjoyed privileged backgrounds but have worked for years to get the chance to enter this event does not seem to influence such judgements.

Technical terms: sailing is a highly technical sport and sailing writers must try to balance a desire for specialist information and terminology with non-specialist interest among a wider audience.

A world apart: This kind of sailing is so different, so extreme, that it's difficult to make comparisons. Even accomplished dinghy sailors cannot imagine the conditions in which this race is undertaken unless they have experienced them at first hand.

Sport versus adventure: Some editors and, indeed, some sailors, still equate round-the-world sailing with the "big adventure," that getting around the world is an achievement in itself - as it is. But the Vendee is a full on race. Mike Golding has sailed round the world many times. But his ambition is to win the Vendee and for that he must sail at speeds that will test any weakness in a boat. Some top "round-the-cans" sailors sometimes disparage endurance sailors, possibly out of envy. It is a different sport with different demands and they should understand this.

It's not just editors who must reflect on their prejudices. Sponsors must examine their expectations too. I am sure that none of them issue orders to the sailors to simply get around the course, although I am sure that many are dispirited when a boat fails early in a race.

Having said that, I have no doubt that Aviva, the sponsors of Dee Caffari, and Caffari herself, are looking for a finish in the Vendee. Caffari is a fine, gutsy and likeable endurance sailor, but she is not among the fastest female sailors in the world. Her status relies on having done something first. She was the first woman to sail around the world single-handedly against the winds and currents. If she finishes this race she will be the first to have done so in both directions.

Other sailors shouldn't begrudge her sponsorship but learn from the way she has positioned herself. Caffari delivers value to her sponsors, not by winning, but by sticking to her game. She is still learning and two round-the-world events must command the respect of her fellow sailors.

Sam Davies demands even more respect. Caffari has the advantage of one of the new generation of faster boats but Davies is 800 miles ahead of her in an older boat. In turn, Caffari is 1,600 miles ahead of Jonny Malbon, also skippering a well-sponsored modern boat.

None of this is to disparage the achievements of Malbon and Caffari, but simply to put their performance in context with that of superior sailing at the head of the fleet. It seems unfair to write this from the comfort of an armchair when all these sailors are giving their all in the world's most inhospitable seas. But those who sail understand these differences and so should a wider audience.

It is more difficult to pass judgement on Brian Thompson who has been struggling with a high performing new boat, spending more time below deck than above in the past two weeks, making repairs. But unless he can improve on the speeds he set earlier in the race, he too will know that he must work harder to get in to the French-dominated big league.

Thompson does not strike me as a "crash and burn" competitor but as a dogged performer intent on going the whole way. He is one of the fleet's nice guys and I want him to do well. But I'd like to see him going a bit faster. How can I say this of a family man when sailing is so dangerous? The danger is a given. Thompson and the rest of them are there because they choose to be there. They put themselves on the line and know that their times and performances will be scrutinised in the data logs. They look at the same data and they know, in their hearts, that Michel Desjoyeaux is a sailor apart. Even Golding said that and Golding can match the Frenchman for speed.

The British might look at the elite French squad system that prepares its sailors for these events but you can't say that of Steve White, the British skipper of Toe in the Water, who got to the start line in an underfunded yacht through the generosity of a handful of supporters. Yet today he is 800 miles ahead of Artemis.

For this reason the Telegraph should have refused the Artemis shilling and told the story as it should be told. Its readers deserve better and so does sailing.

More than a toe in the water

Meanwhile Steve White explains why his Vendee Globe boat is called Toe in the Water. What began as a routine sail change turned in to a nightmare. His mission was rolling up and taking down his code 5 sail in about 35 knots of wind. No problems until it jammed.

"There it was, flogging itself silly at the front of the boat. I went up the front to try and free it up, but the furling drum is right at the end of the bowsprit - I was not going out there I can assure you - there was a big sea and we were surfing at nearly twenty knots sometimes!

"I taped my big kitchen knife to the deck brush handle and went up to deal with the problem. The cover of the furling line had wrinkled up like Nora Batty's stockings inside the drum, got caught on a cunningly placed spike and wedged itself up very very tightly!

"Whilst hacking away I took my eye off the ball missed a big wave which we surfed down, and got hosed down the deck, knife in hand. As we buried the bow in the wave in front at high speed, everything went dark. There was a whooshing noise in my ears as they filled up, and I held my breath as water went down my neck right down to my boots, up my nose, up my arms - everywhere.

"I took some sizable pieces out of my fingers as I tried to grab stanchions and guard wires on the way past. The force of the water was incredible and I still have the bruises to testify! When I came to a stop at the mast I had managed to keep hold of the knife luckily.

After trying for three hours to cut the sail away he decided the sail had to be dropped on deck. But the wind took it over the side. After two more hours, struggling to bring the sail back on board, the problem worsened when the sail wrapped around his keel, bending stanchions and threatening more damage.

"In the end I had to let the thing go before I had to get in the water and get it off the keel. I watched it sink. A £20,000 sail lost because of a £100 pound piece of string with a loose cover. All I had left was the swivel and two thimbles and a ten inch piece of the head. I don't mind admitting that nearly killed me. I was fairly well beaten up and bruised, and soaked to the skin, and rapidly becoming cold. It was 2 pm when I went on deck, and 7.15 pm when I came back down."