As a change and a break from the usual sailing related sound and fury, here's a link to a snippet from last night's rehearsal with the band.
Back to the usual subject however, had a great day's sailing in Penny on
Sunday. Was supposed to have a rescue duty over in Lydney, but sailing
was blown out by the weather so got stood down. Never blows hard enough
to stop racing on the lake at Frampton however, and the Lydney OOD was
good enough to stand me down in time to get hold of H, get to the lake,
rig and make the 2pm start there.
The wind was a shiftly, gusting northerly F5 at the start of the first
race. Uncharacteristically great start, first around the windward mark,
and stayed in contention for most of the race, until a dodgy shift
caught us mid-tack and bailed us in. We sailed well though, throughout
the race, so I'm content with the fourth place we ended with.
Back on form, a mediocre start to the second race saw me throw it all
away by tacking onto port early to try and salvage it, and then not
accounting for the heel and mast height of a new-fangled Rooster-rigged
Laser on starboard when trying to duck him. Clipped the top of his mast
with ours, and the 720 we were obliged to take put us firmly at the back
of the fleet. Though we did catch the Rooster before the end.
Again, it doesn't matter. The buffetting and brutalities of the last
couple of weeks sailing feel like they've moved our own game up a notch
and we're spending much more time working as a team and sailing the race
rather than letting the boat sail us. Just got to consolidate that into
some decent results.
Busy weekend coming up. Instructing on Saturday, wedding gig that night,
then Frampton's Enterprise Open on Sunday. Finally, up early Bank
Holiday Monday to catch the tide from Lydney to sail the Newnham Tea
Clipper race with Dad in the Lugger. High Tide is a 9.6m at 0931hrs, at
which point we should have reached Newnham to breakfast on bacon butties
and tea before the mad dash back with the ebb to try and land back at
Lydney before the outrushing tide leaves the slip untenable.