Those dinghies were out racing yesterday. Aside from the blooming starter gun making me jump every 5 minutes...they gave me kittens trying to get out of the Hamble! All over the shop they were and nothing to do but hold my course and hope they didn't cut too close across me. My legs were like jelly.
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Maybe you should build on this experience, and consider tackling Chichester Harbour
Oh Yes
It can be, and often is, a nightmare. And they're sooooooo rude with it. Last year, after I was told to f**k off by one, and then got "the finger" from a 15 year old (?) girl in another, I've been looking for one of those toy hand grenades to lob at them, but have yet to get one
They're the equivalent to London cyclists, except in a lot of cases much younger (but, believe me, they know all the rude words)
Open up and give em some wash Richard
Ah! Rules say that you can't do that, 'cos they don't like wash, and they get all bolshy & stamp their little feet.
Mind you, there's nothing in the rules about not lobbing grenades at them. Not that I've noticed
) hold your course, there is nowhere else to go and and you are now constrained by draft. Trouble is the dingy blokes don't know what that means! One particular flappy thing - with a woman at the tiller came straight at the side of the boat when we were already so far over to starboard that any further we would be aground and there was no room to move to port even if we had wanted too. Boats coming into the river were also being restricted and I thought at one point a yacht was actually go to mow two dingys down - again not his fault. 