bilbobaggins
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During the 2003 Fastnet Race, a trimaran was anchored ( kedged a la Adlard Coles' 'Cohoe' ) ) in very light northerly breeze a dozen miles off St Alban's Head, in about 259 feet of water - with anchor ball. The young flood was making strongly, and shortly a far larger trimaran slowly appeared from the murk right ahead, sailing west but making east over the ground due to the tide stream.
A 'risk of collision' existed.
The breeze was so light that a substantial change to sail trim or heading on the big trimaran would probably 'stall' the sails, with complete loss of control. This was obvious to all. Five blasts on the Plastimo horn were heard.
Who should do what, with what, and to whom - besides getting out the camera?
Answers to Pantaenius on a postcard, please......
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A 'risk of collision' existed.
The breeze was so light that a substantial change to sail trim or heading on the big trimaran would probably 'stall' the sails, with complete loss of control. This was obvious to all. Five blasts on the Plastimo horn were heard.
Who should do what, with what, and to whom - besides getting out the camera?
Answers to Pantaenius on a postcard, please......
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