Not all Sundays are created equal. A photo of Amanda and I sailing the Albacore, taken earlier today by William Gardiner. It was the last race of the Club's Sunday Swift Pursuit series. We missed out on taking the trophy by, I would guess, about six seconds.
I find it hard to mind too much. 15 knots of wind, spiced up with some very lively gusts into the mid twenties, a lovely day's sailing on the lake. We were, in the end, beaten on those six seconds by a gentleman sailing a Flying Fifteen, our friend John, who at a guess, is close to thirty years my senior.
It was a very well deserved win, and we've had great fun over the last six weeks trying to deny it to him.
Just the Boxing Day race left now before the year's end.
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