Tuesday, 12 August 2014
The best laid plans...
The best laid - or is that made? - plans and all that…
This week is Falmouth Regatta Week which I’ve been looking forward to all year. I even organised my surgery so I could sail this week.
But one way and another it doesn’t look very promising. First of all, Al came down but the boat took longer to get ready than we’d anticipated, and when we finally set off for a sail last Friday, there was no wind.We had to be towed out, then paddle back - this boat has no engine. So that scuppered that. I was so disappointed I cried (quietly, where I hoped Al couldn’t see) so Mr B took me out in Echo instead. Which wasn't the same but better than nothing.
The following day Mr B went out with the others in the boat for a shake down as he knows much more about the technical side of things that I do, so I ground my teeth as I waved them off….
On Sunday, the first day of racing, Bertha hit Cornwall so all racing was cancelled.
Yesterday it was blowing a hoolie and chucking it down with rain so I wasn't sorry not to race and they had a hard time of it and broke a backstay.
That was fixed but today they went out and broke both backstays -lucky the mast stayed up - so once again the boat is being fixed.
I’ve got to the point of being Philosophical now. If I don’t race this year, it’s not the end of the world. It felt like it the other day, looked forward to it for a long time, but like all things, there’s a reason. And you certainly can’t argue with the weather.
The good news is that I had a phone call from a friend I haven’t seen for about 20 years who’s staying down at Mylor. We met up and it was just like old times. We took Moll for a walk and caught up and might even go on holiday together.
Just think, if I’d been racing I might not have seen her.