ParaHandy
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Well, due to HH McH's plane being delayed (although more likely he refused to get down the steps until a patch of soton runway had been cleaned sufficient for the papal lips to kiss) we set off a bit later than planned and stopped at 3am at some creek or other in the middle of IoW for kip and to let the tide rip past in the opposite direction to which we wished to go. At 5.30am an event occurred which, on reflection, did for us ...
the captain aroused his crew with breakfast. not just any breakfast, but the full monty ... it was a feast which overcame the most iron constitution
such is the amount of salt in food these days, that a terrible thirst descended on the crew and just after opening time, portland bill appeared fine on the port bow whilst, dead ahead, was the promise of that we craved. Into Weymouth we went .. and afterwards, a generous helping of some fine brandy
Now accustomed to a nightly slaking of the thirst, we drank the south coast dry or, at least, were the last one's out. As here in Falmouth's Cutty Sark
(or it may be Helford, Plymouth etc)
however, our captain was (as ever) determined to improve our ways and focus on making the boat go faster. The morning after a particularly intensive training session with a bottle of Glenmorangie, here he is demonstrating how our windward performance could be improved by us distributing our weight as far out as possible on the windward rail ..
but, by then of course it was opening time ....
the captain aroused his crew with breakfast. not just any breakfast, but the full monty ... it was a feast which overcame the most iron constitution
such is the amount of salt in food these days, that a terrible thirst descended on the crew and just after opening time, portland bill appeared fine on the port bow whilst, dead ahead, was the promise of that we craved. Into Weymouth we went .. and afterwards, a generous helping of some fine brandy
Now accustomed to a nightly slaking of the thirst, we drank the south coast dry or, at least, were the last one's out. As here in Falmouth's Cutty Sark
(or it may be Helford, Plymouth etc)
however, our captain was (as ever) determined to improve our ways and focus on making the boat go faster. The morning after a particularly intensive training session with a bottle of Glenmorangie, here he is demonstrating how our windward performance could be improved by us distributing our weight as far out as possible on the windward rail ..
but, by then of course it was opening time ....
