And full on it turned out to be.
I arrived on Friday evening and it was windy. Woke up Saturday morning and it was windy. I bimbled, Dan's boat arrived and bimbled, including snapping their boat breaker and having a fortunately-placed passer-by save the mast from hitting the ground. I became the custodian of the pole mandrel (thanks Clive) and was then persuaded by my brother into his 800 - big mistake, mainly due to neither of us being big enough. EJ got as far as being rigged before prudence (bless her) intervened.
When I say windy, just behind us a Flying 15 went from fully planing to a pitchpole that threw the 100+ kilo helm completely over his rather surprised wife/crew!
Sunday was fractionally less windy but with more vicious gusts (the Tasar world champion snapped his mast) so we stayed dry.
I blame my nephew Jeremy: every time he gets near a Cherub the wind picks up (see the Queen Mary report for additional evidence)! So expect a hooley at Weymouth where at this rate we will be having our maiden Cherub sail together.
Anyone got a spare 97-rules rig that would fit EJ...?