We left quite late from Houston to Cork.... about mid July 1992.
There really is a lot of energy in the air and it was not something I would do again. Three hurricanes threatened us... Andrew, Bonnie and Charlie. Andrew was a killing machine, Bonnie plied his trade south of Grand Banks and Charlie came north through the Azores.
Any of them would have sunk us, and easily.
Also, the book tells little of the fact that there is zero wind around them... you are on the motor, trying at 5.5 kt to get away from them, burning your precious fuel.
Trying to avoid Andrew was the most sobering 3 days I have ever spent. We motored through unbelievable calms and heat. The motor did not like it either. We carried fuel for about 500 miles. We culd have used more.
I will never forget the moment when us and hurricane Andrew passed the same longitude. We could expect to be free of him then. It was awful prior to that. He was making 9-12 kt and NW, we were making 5.5 kt, and NE, trying to get to Bermuda.
How we wished it was April, or December.
We quarreled with Bonnie too, or at least the edge of him. Endless hours of easterly winds off Grand Banks. It was a lonely place. I will never forget looking at the clouds scudding across the sky with the moon behind them. We also felt the swell from Charlie when we were north of him....
1992 Atlantic hurricane season - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
The most welcome wind of all was a cool northerly for about the last 700 miles on the approach to Ireland. We close hauled, morale high, knowing that there was not enough heat around to generate another hurricane.
Please be very careful, friend.
I would not do it again, not at that time of the year.