Anyway, after a few days we saw one, maybe two weather windows. I put my head down and smashed it. The waves were huge and I was throwing up a lot due to drinking salt water. Especially annoying when you’ve just eaten 1000kcal, which was now feeding the fish.
We managed to get to Thurso and had another weather day and then had two weather days which was all we needed. I got goose bumps. I was actually going to do this. I felt very emotional.
Our weather day was over and I pushed hard for two more days to get a few hundred meters from the end. The crew and my friends and family still hadn’t arrived and I wanted them to be there for the finish.
So finally at midday on the 11th of November 2013, after 135 days at sea, I swam the final 200m into John O’Groats harbor to become the first person in history to swim the length of Britain (via Ireland). I burst out crying. It was by far, and probably will be, the hardest thing I ever do.
Thanks to everyone who encouraged me along the way. I couldn't have done it without you. And too all the people who said it wasn't possible and I was going to die trying. I hope my swim has inspired you to go for your dreams.
Right. Im off to thaw out for a bit.
Over and out . . . of the water!