Completing La Solitaire du Figaro is something I’ve dreamed about for a long time.

Now I can finally say it — I’ve done it.

I’ve completed La Solitaire du Figaro, and I’m unbelievably proud of myself and the incredible team around me.
It may be a solo race, but it’s not a solo sport.

To my supporters, sponsors, David, Finn, delivery crew, Ollie, Georgie, family, friends — and of course Mum and Dad — thank you.

Finishing this huge challenge is down to all of you. You helped me climb to the start line and push all the way to the finish.

Three Legs — Three Very Different Challenges

Each leg of La Solitaire was completely different, testing every part of me — physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Leg 1 — The Windy One
The windiest of the three, with over 40 knots at times. Upwind, relentless, physically exhausting — I was thrown around the boat from start to finish.
I made some big mistakes early on, missing tidal gates and ending up on the wrong side of the shifts. When others were sailing straight to the mark, I was tacking or gybing.
It was tough mentally — running at the back isn’t where you want to be. But I kept looking ahead, focused on recovering for the next leg and getting to the finish in the best shape possible.

Leg 2 — The Mind Game
A delayed start, 30-knot breeze to begin with, and then a complete fade into drifting conditions.
This leg was dominated by the position of a high-pressure system over northern Spain — and the weather models didn’t agree. It became a game of intuition and patience.
This was the biggest mental challenge of the three. When you’re surrounded by a wind hole, it feels like everyone else has wind but you — and with sleep deprivation setting in, that can break you down fast.
The finish was frustrating, with the back of the fleet bringing new wind and closing the gap — but that’s offshore racing.

Leg 3 — The Final Push
A short stopover in Vigo meant little time to rest before heading back out into strong winds, big waves, and fierce tides.
Sleep deprivation became the real battle here. The first 24 hours off the Spanish coast were wild — heavy sea state and no chance to rest. By the Bay of Biscay, I tried to recover, but the exhaustion had already taken hold.
By the English Channel, I was holding my eyes open with what felt like chopsticks — terrifying in hindsight. I made a few mistakes, but somehow held it together.
The final miles brought some tight racing, and I managed to come out on top in my small battle — proof of how much I’d grown since the start.
Looking back, I’m incredibly proud of what I’ve achieved. La Solitaire du Figaro is brutal — no wind, storms, tidal gates, and relentless sleep deprivation — but I made it to the end.

I can’t wait to do it all again next year, to perform better, push harder, and improve both mentally and physically — not just on the leaderboard, but in myself.

Because winning isn’t only about your position at the finish. It’s about achieving the personal goals you set for yourself.
And with that, I’ve succeeded — I’m a winner.