A brisk north easterly welcomed six enthusiasts to the lake. ‘A ‘rigs were the consensus of opinion and in glorious warm conditions a testing triangular course was set.
Three pilots dominated the field, however no-one could afford to be complacent – Tim, David and Shaun biting at each others’ heels.
Lunch brought a fleet-wide downsizing of sails and the racing continued to be nip and tuck. The results show that Shaun had his inevitable love/hate relationship with his craft. To his credit the boat was repaired and he sailed on. Bob suffered from loose bowsies and consequently was unable to tame the wind. It was suggested that more roughage in his diet might solve the problem.
Peter acquitted himself admirably and might have finished higher had he not displayed impeccable manners. Finally, watch out for Richard sailing 317. He improved hand over fist as the day progressed.
After twelve races we called it a day – and what a day it was!
Report and race officer of the day – Michael Benson