That fact that Lee Hughes buys a boat owned and adventured by one of the most competent and legendary dinghy sailors of our time stands in sharp contrast with his complete lack of skill and is likely the only reason it was published or purchased. Hughes can thank his stars that he could not afford a blue water vessel as it likely would have ended him. His dialogue-logbook-esque style of writing was interwoven with college grade introspection about persons and subjects which likely interest nobody aside from his immediate circle, and made for an excruciating read. I pushed thru to the end, hoping for some kind of payoff as I had seen it sold in major book stores everywhere and assumed that a publishers investment on this scale was for some reason, but was sorely disappointed to find he wussed out half way thru the plan because he got cold, missed his girlfriend, and maxed out his credit card.