Tinkerbelle was the 13(apple)-foot sailboat in which Manry crossed the Atlantic last year on a 78-day solo voyage while astronauts circled the earth. For awhile it was thought to be the smallest boat ever to cross the pond (a 12-footer that started a week before Manry had to turn back). As ever with such voyages, this is a story of loneliness, periods of discouragement, strange sights--all with an added fillip of hallucinations brought about by pep pills. Several times Manry thought he had guests, not all of them friendly. Manry is a rewrite man for the Cleveland Plain Dealer, 47, married with children, and describes himself as a cross between Casper Milquetoast and Walter Mitty. (He lost 40 pounds on the trip.) Manry's wife was quite amenable to his great adventure, and he thoughtfully took out $50,000 in insurance. The voyage itself is considerably less exciting than his reception in England. Few male readers will not experience a thrilling identification with him as he discovers that his wife and children have been flown to England to meet him by his newspaper. As Falmouth harbor toots all its whistles and 50,000 Britons pour down to the dock in welcome, it is the absolute moment of the husband's triumph.