I must have been 17 when a school friend, who happened to be the son and the grandson of captains, took me along to sail dinghies and small cruisers. It was then, on a lake, that I was infected by this virus, to the extent that the following year my landlubber of a father rewarded my school results with a sailing course at the Glénans sailing school.
This was followed by a long incubation period during which professional life and women striken by sea-sickness kept me away, if not from the oceans, from seafaring vessels.
The illness became chronic much later and provoct a radical change of life. Today, I spend 200 days a year on the water. But I feel better every day.