I grew up with two brothers, just one and two years older than me. There was no “girls vs boys” in our house, just competition. Backyard rugby started as a toddler, and from the very beginning, I was expected to hold my own. My dad used to call me Frank Bunce, the legendary New Zealand... Continue Reading →
Growing up, my parents had two mantras that were repeated so often they’ve become part of my internal operating system: “It’s not all about you.” And: “Deal with it.” Neither came wrapped in particularly soft packaging. Any attention-seeking behaviour was nipped firmly in the bud. I had TWO birthday parties cancelled at the last minute... Continue Reading →
Rather than a sailing update, this post is something more personal; a moment to reflect on what it feels like to lead this race as a young woman, and the conversations that come with it. It’s also an acknowledgement of the family I won’t be with this Christmas.During the last race, there was a lot... Continue Reading →
31st October DC supporter update We had a long, hard night recently. That’s not unusual out here, as I’ve explained before, things happen, but I thought I’d use this as an example of what those moments really look like and mean for us on board. It began with the Code 3 getting wrapped tightly around... Continue Reading →
