ParaHandy
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It was a truly wet and windy day.
With my face pressed against the window, I was able to describe artistic, delicate and random patterns through the condensation with my nose which, in my mind, were transformed into the wakes of great ocean liners and slender, svelte, sailing boats on a fast beam reach. But then. a familiar voice interrupted my reverie and invited me to try the new Bromley.
Swmbo was never one to advance the pace in sailing so such announcements are treated with reverence bordering on a reappearance by Moses with a forgotten tablet of stone. The Bromley Olympic is a single-hander, has little or no stability and comes with an exceptionally long tiller allowing you to hike out when the wind is strong or when intricate manoeuvring is needed.
Thoughtfully, swmbo had prepared a course.
Without delay, I collected a bailing bucket and set off. The pace was frantic as I steered this racing thoroughbred round the first windward mark whilst calling for water. Steered a faultless downwind leg and gained several places by claiming my rights within two mop lengths of the downwind mark and executed a flawless gybe round the mark. With careful weight balance and establishing my starboard rights I crossed the finish line having swept all before me ………………..
Swmbo looked askance as I held the mop up to acknowledge the cheers of the crowd … you’ve missed a bit, she said ……………
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With my face pressed against the window, I was able to describe artistic, delicate and random patterns through the condensation with my nose which, in my mind, were transformed into the wakes of great ocean liners and slender, svelte, sailing boats on a fast beam reach. But then. a familiar voice interrupted my reverie and invited me to try the new Bromley.
Swmbo was never one to advance the pace in sailing so such announcements are treated with reverence bordering on a reappearance by Moses with a forgotten tablet of stone. The Bromley Olympic is a single-hander, has little or no stability and comes with an exceptionally long tiller allowing you to hike out when the wind is strong or when intricate manoeuvring is needed.
Thoughtfully, swmbo had prepared a course.
Without delay, I collected a bailing bucket and set off. The pace was frantic as I steered this racing thoroughbred round the first windward mark whilst calling for water. Steered a faultless downwind leg and gained several places by claiming my rights within two mop lengths of the downwind mark and executed a flawless gybe round the mark. With careful weight balance and establishing my starboard rights I crossed the finish line having swept all before me ………………..
Swmbo looked askance as I held the mop up to acknowledge the cheers of the crowd … you’ve missed a bit, she said ……………
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