I blame my father

If you learnt in a Firefly everything afterwards will be straightforward! I used to sail them on Edgware reservoir and to one used to keelboats they were like a computer game today - everything unrealistically fast.

Well put about the emotional relationship with the sea - I never tire of just watching the waves and seascape.

Ha! My own first sailing boat was a Firefly!

Not so sure everything subsequent has been straightforward 😁 , but definitely agree on the endless fascination of waves and seascapes.
 
I did at last get to take a grammar school bird out in my tub,the grammar had just joined the comprehensive an d it was nice to meet intelligent girls,Unfortunatly I must have not got my tacking up to scratch as she never came again🙄
 
I did at last get to take a grammar school bird out in my tub,the grammar had just joined the comprehensive an d it was nice to meet intelligent girls,Unfortunatly I must have not got my tacking up to scratch as she never came again🙄
Tacking??? Heard a few alternative words for the art of seduction, mutual enjoyment, etc but not that...
 
Cors, depends on the 'crew' had one on my tiny dinghy, jumped me shortly after we cast off. Can't complain:D but had to swim for the rudder, that came unhooked while we were otherwise 'occupied' and drifted off. Swings and roundabouts...
 
My parents took me out sailing whilst still a tot in a Lymington Scow dinghy from the beach in Swanage. The first 'cruiser' was 18' - a West Highland sloop, kept in Chichester yacht basin as it was then in the mid 60's. Apparently my sister and I slept fore and aft on one bunk, our mum had the other with my dad on the floor. It must have been cozy but all I can remember was swimming ashore at East Head every weekend.
 
My father got us stuck under a bridge when the mast jammed on our Mirror Dinghy then rammed us up on the rocks in his Westerly... I should have learnt after the warnings! 🙄
 
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