Back to Granton

Back to the East Coast and the Commodore’s Regatta. That top event. So important that we seem to have double booked the intended course as the other crowd are already out occupying the buoys around Wardie Bay. Tam gives the new instructions to the assembled horde. West Gunnet and back. Much groaning about the excessive distance given the whole event is actually about the BBQ afterwards. Tam shrugs. Which way round, asks someone. Any way you want says Tam. 
So off we go. I have the immense honour of crewing for the Commodore. He affects a casual stance, thinking its would look unseemly to look like he's racing. He doesn’t even get his whole gennie out. Half way to Gunnet the heavens open. By something close to a fluke we arrive at the turn at the same time as Smij, the club’s fastest boat. But every other boat takes it to Port. We have taken it to Starboard. The Commodore is uneasy. He was disqualified in the previous two eponymous regattas and thinks a hat-trick would invite considerable ridicule. We go back and take it to port, dropping us way down the pack. But at least we took so long that the rain had stopped and my shorts began to dry. The BBQ was fired up and the SK arrived bearing burgers and rolls, and even rocket and tomato. And great news at the BBQ chat - seems we’ll have a few boats through west in a couple of weeks - enough for a Corinthian meet up!