Epic sailing. Not that windy though pokey in places. Triangular sea state enough to get airborne a few times in the Pasta Frenzy with Dave Roe.
Swimcount=1 when we were just engaging the warp drive after hoisting. We were in front of Eleanor and near to Riot Van I think htey were ahead) when we fell in. As I surfaced I saw Eleanor streaking by looking amazing.
Saturday of the Whistable Open:
A WNW F4 was blowing straight on to the beach when we arrived, with white horses as far as the eye could see, it seemed windier.
The course was a square affair, with the Musto Skiffs doing most of their laps on a 'side sausage', leaving Cherub and B14s on the ordinary sausage. The course was some way out and towards the Swale and the ebb was just beginning at the first start, suggesting a left-favoured beat to get out of the tide. There was enough breeze that differences in underbody configuration and rig did not count for too much and of course the simple blasting pleasures were available to all.
[[sorry cut short - I had to walk the baby. Was excellent sailing though]]
