What role, if any, does sport have in this brave new world where our priorities are staying healthy, finding food on shop shelves and having enough to pay the bills?

When I race around the world in November this year, I will be navigating my 60ft IMOCA, alone, through the most remote waters in the world.

Ten days ago, I shared with the Telegraph my experience of dealing with isolation; it was just as most of us were heading into lock down and the world was starting to look very different

Inside the life raft my fellow survivors’ faces are garishly lit up by a flash of lightening. It’s impossible to gauge their expressions or make out who is who in our matching yellow foulies, before it goes back to pitch black.

This year I have been living life at a crazy pace; that’s my decision so no complaints but over time the constant pressures and stresses can take a physical and mental toll and every now and again I need the chance to recharge.

It’s amazing how quickly the scene changes in this crazy Vendee Globe journey.

Just four days ago I was dizzy and jubilant from finishing the Transat Jacques Vabres race, 24 hours before that focused, hot and tense dealing with a nail biting final drag race to the line. And now I’m frustrated,