Condensed version:
"I love Marmite."
Expidited version:
Am not a fan of dentists and am finding the after effects of anaesthetic from my root canal work this morning are making me truely zombified. However, the grin delivered from hooning around in Marmite on Chew yesterday is a feature that will remain longer than the strange tingling in my gums.
Arrived late at Chew (never check you emails on a Sunday morning). Paul helped me rig and waited for Ed. Ed was delayed and pulled into the club carpark 10 minutes before the start. Technically we may still have been on the shore when the race started, but the RO let us start. The lasers were not too keen on the Green Cherub crashing their line with 30 seconds till thier gun and we hit the pin mark of the start line whilst avoiding a particularily vocal radial.
Ed manfully played "guess the course" and we sailed through the Flying 15 and then the fast fleet (there may have been a Solo fleet as well). By the end of lap 1 we only had the fireball to follow. After a really fun 3-sail-complete-length-of-Chew downwind leg, including 3 Gybes we were the lead boat. We held this to the finish line, completing a neat 360 for hitting the start mark as a bow before taking the bullet.
Thanks to Paul for lending me the boat, Ed for crewing and the post race mini blast (it's more fun with no boats to knit through). Ed mornfully pointed out that without the 360 we'd have won on handicap, but 2nd when adjusted does not compare to the grin from the sail. Certainly the best sail I've had all year - no mistakes, no swimming and no time lost to traffic incidents. First time taking an "on the water bullet" around cans. Feel really guilty that the wind did not hold for the afternoon, sentancing Ed and Croote to a more random version of racing whilst I watched on from the rib.
I love Marmite, need to get in the garage to get cracking on Evo2.
Long version:
Call me, but make a cup of tea first...