If I had no fear

It is rare to do something where, even if you are desperate, there is no option of quitting and scurrying off to somewhere a little cosier and safer. Out at sea, there was no way to say, ‘Sayonara, punks. I’m done with this.’ Our nearest neighbours were the astronauts on the International Space Station. We were truly on our own. There was no escape. We were in this for the long haul now. I found the prospect appallingly bleak. I felt very small.