iangrant
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Sunday morning we left the Folly Inn and sailed out of Cowes turning right onto a starboard tack.. We avoided, slowed down in fact did our best "help out" the racing fraternity. Occasionally we even got the odd wave to say thank you, more often amidst shouts of “we’re racing get out of the way”. Then the best of the lot, along comes the yellow peril called whisper which was a yellow beast, in fact a first 31 with about 20 fashionable chaps sat up on the rail on a port tack.. I must confess at this point starting to feel a little devilish and fed up with avoiding everything, bit the bullet and stood on. I couldn’t avoid a wry grin as the helmsman crash tacked at the last minute dipping the poor souls in the water, the jib backed and the racer stopped. There was a lot of scrambling around and a few ears emitting steam, one guy shouting "go and play somewhere else"....how rude we thought..
Ian
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Ian
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