I got to the boat park at about 4:30 pm and was in the water for 5:30 pm. Winds were light but worthwhile when I got afloat. So., off I went tacking and gybing at a relatively modest rate.
About six o'clock Sue came down and I worked my way back to the pontoon so she could get in with the minimum of water following her. I suspect the gathered sailors outside the clubhouse were hoping for a complete horlicks of an approach. But apart from a couple of admitedly quick tacks to line up with the pontoon, I avoided anything remotely entertaining - phew!
As is generally the case. As the time progressed, so the wind dropped. Which made the final race of the season rather a sedate affair.
By 7 pm the wind was virtually nothing. So, having decided to go in - maybe ahead of the race fleet - we slowly, as in painfully slowly, made our way back to the slipway. The Praddel coming in very handy.
Not a bad way to spend a Wednesday afternoon / evening anyway.
The Race Fleet - Cheddar Gorge in background. |
Sunset at Cheddar Reservoir - looking toward Crook Peak |
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