The Last Man Across the Atlantic is an honest account of what it is like to be out there alone. Even the strongest yacht takes a battering after 3,000 miles: bits break and there's no pit stop for repairs. Sails are torn, water turns sour, the last apple turns to mush and there's still three weeks to go before sight of land. And then there's the crew - the poor sod on his own, making all the decisions, taking all the blame, enjoying the credit for when things go right, inevitably responsible when they fail. There is no one else to scold or praise, no shoulder to weep on, no one to joke with, no one to kiss, nobody to argue with about who washes up.