An early start again this time from Haslar Marina. The weather was bright but the forecast was very rough. In the lull some of thought this would mean a day of dry drills and thought the skipper was mad when he asked us to prep for sea.
No complaints though the training was valuable and very good. We went
through tacking and gibing and put up the storm sails. Ram was missing from the
Port Wash so we had to create our own entertainment. After ‘I Spy’ had run its
course we went out the A-Z of ‘I went to a sex shop and bought….’ where Kiera
showed her excellent memory for such things. After the fun came a little pain
when I lost a finger in the winch when the wind took hold of the fore sail.
Fortunately I was able to reattach it with an elastoplast. Things seem to be