The worst rabbit hole to fall down is one you create yourself. Donald Crowhurst dug his own.
Born in then British India in 1932 of British parents Donald, as a result of his mum's wish for a daughter, was raised as a girl until the age of seven.
Back in the UK he left school before the usual age and, after bouncing around, became an RAF pilot in 1953, that didn't last, the London Gazette recorded his commission being 'terminated' in 1954, no reason given. He moved on to the Army but got busted again.
At a loose end Donald moved to the English South-West trying to turn his habitual inventing/tinkering into business. Debts grew as he tried to support wife and four children.
The Sunday Times made Donald's eyes boggle in 1968 when he saw the announcement of a big cash prize for the winnner of 'The Golden Globe' a solo non-stop round the world yacht race..because Donald was now a weekend sailor.
Time was short, Donald took on a financial sponsor, a publicist and a boat builder. The rabbit hole was looming.
Ever the romantic optimist Donald mortgaged everything he could and laboured over the design of his tri-maran 'Teignmouth Electron' whilst his ex-tabloid journalist publicist wove stories of this brave adventurer.
Unseen by him clouds of concern were gathering. Experienced sailors doubted both his sailing ability and the design of his tri-maran. These doubts were confirmed when sea-trials went horribly wrong and the deadline was looming.
Donald left Teignmouth in an under-equipped, under-trialled boat just hours before the deadline on 31st October 1968.
Wise heads wore frowns as he became a speck on the ocean.
Communications were by radio only. Donald reported his position only sporadically. He was doing well. Some wise heads still wore frowns. The weeks and months passed, the better his position became the deeper the frowns.
Donald reported his position on 29th June 1969, he was in the lead or close to it as he raced up the South Atlantic on the way home.
Silence.
Ten days later the Royal Mail Vessel RMV Picardy found the 'Teignmouth Electron' adrift. No Donald.
On board were log books and a journal which showed that Donald had, from the get-go, fallen into the doldrums in the South Atlantic, had made land for repairs, thereby disqualifying himself and spent months sailing in circles whilst falsifying his position until the other competitors returned to the South Atlantic where he would join in again for the home run.
Those long days, weeks and months of solitary life in the middle of the ocean with only his thoughts and guilt for company led to writing journals which both fascinate and disturb as you read. Are they the journals of a man sliding into insanity or of a man finding a wisdom which escapes the rest of us? I have read and re-read them, still not sure.
The obvious theory is that he found himself in a state of mind which made walking off the back of the boat entirely reasonable.
The less obvious theory? Donald once again put into port, hired a boat for the day, towed 'Teignmouth Electron' out to sea, set her adrift and returned to port to start a new life. I love that idea, Donald is now living on an island somewhere, happy with his new philosophy of life.
'Teignmouth Electron' was sold as salvage then sold and re-sold as a dive-boat. Eventually she was dragged onto a beach on Cayman Brac, where the remains still lie.
This photo and a thoughtful blog entry by visitors to the remains is here...http://panexplore.com/teignmouthelectron/
The book is...'The Strange Last Voyage of Donald Crowhurst' by Nicholas Tomalin and Ron Hall ISBN 9781473635364
Available at any bookshop worth it's floorspace, including Heffers in Cambridge;)
Donald Crowhurst will come to life again in October 2017 when a film based on the story, starring Colin Firth as Donald, is released. (I have a gut feeling it could be the film of the autumn season...be fun to see if I am right!)
Another rabbit hole soon....
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