Sailing news

The morning paper run interrupted by a communication from the ex. The ex-Commodore that is. He’s heard that his mooring buoy has become detached by yesterday’s high winds and is now nestling on the breakwater. Off I dutifully trot to where it sits and clamber down and retrieve it. All while my teabag stews. Proper tea, that.
Later, yesterday’s wind having disappeared without a trace, we gather for the Commodore’s Closing Regatta. I have managed to whistle up two pals -MrT and Rog. Off we set. Crumbs. What a start. The wind, which is very light blows across the start line making for a very tricky start while the tide assists it in a most unhelpful manner. The hooter may have sounded at 13:10 but I made it 13:28 before we were able to cross the start. What larks. After that, the breeze increased sufficiently to propel us round the course. Just the once. Then we cracked open a can.