I stupidly broke my Scaphoid (wrist bone which works the thumb) on a family mountain bike trail - just spicing up the ride, I thought, as I peddled hard to get some 'air' on a mound of mud and root. Landing was not the normal comfortable experience as this time there were no wheels to hit the ground first, instead it was me under the bike. I thought I had broken my leg, but after 10 minutes of pain I was able to stand and re mount the bike to ride gently down the hill. It was then that I realised that I had seriously hurt my left hand; I could not hold the handlebars. Interesting trying to ride downhill, breaking with my only good hand and clenching the saddle with my buttocks to stop me falling into the handlebars. Funny now to think back, but at the time I realised that I was going to miss some sailing this season and had a private weep.
After some 'too-ing' and 'fro-ing' I found myself at the same surgeons door who mended Paul Goodison's broken Scaphoid, just 4 months from the Olympics and now - 4 weeks on from the accident and 4 days from the operation to pin my Scaphoid
, I am recovering slowly, no sailing now for at least another 4 weeks (some frustration). I did manage to float around at the Streaker Nationals last weekend before the operation, thanks to cling film and marigold gloves to protect the cast, as the class deserve the support; thankfully the boat is well mannered, but it was a realization of how I might sail when I am 80 (I wish).