The Big Thaw

Okay, it's only been a couple of weeks of ice-lock, but already beginning to suffer severely from cabin fever. Sore throat, incessant, dry, hacking cough, congestion, mild fever AND I've pulled a hamstring. Though I think the latter was more from over-extending a kick whilst sparring at karate last night rather than consequent to being deprived from going afloat for any length of time.

However, there is light at the end of the tunnel. The Club webcam not only gives the impression that the water is now clear of ice, but there is actually somebody sailing on the lake as I type. Sucks that it's not me, but fantastic proof that the waters are liquid once more.



Actually, it's promising to be a fine weekend. My eternally patient, long suffering wife has given me leave to head down to Plymouth with Dad on Friday evening. There is an RYA Instructors Conference at the Mountbatten Centre on Saturday. Conferences and all the socialising they inevitably involve are not really my thing, but after spending the morning drinking coffee and listening to all the dry stuff that the Conference is really about there are some afternoon on-the-water workshops planned.



Dad's signed up for one of the powerboating ones, and I've put my name down for the asymetrics session. No idea what it's going to involve as asymetrics are not my usual toy; if I'm sailing it and it's got more than two sails then the third is probably going to be a mizzen. However, it'll be a fun challenge to stretch myself with something I only so far have passing familiarity with, and I love sailing on Plymouth Sound, so any excuse will do!
The forecast for Saturday looks like it's going to be interesting however .....



I'm sure we'll cope. I'll be gutted if we travel all that way and then DON'T sail. I'm sure that won't happen, but there's always that little nagging doubt at the back of your mind, and whilst I'm quite happy with what a F5 looks like on our little lake here at home, quite what that translates to out on Plymouth Sound I have no idea.

So Friday is supper and a few pints with Dad at the Clovelly Inn in Plymouth, Saturday is bashing about in, presumabl,y Laser 2000's or Bahias on Plymouth Sound, then head back home Saturday night, ready to head down the Club for Sunday to get the Enterprise out for a play on the lake.

Which will be a step change from last Sunday at the lake, which was all dogs and no boats.

Blue

Blue meets Rocket Dog



Rocket Dog

Clearing the ice in preparation for next Sunday!



Lilly