After a day of no wind for the squib nationals, we kinda expected the same. We motored out to the start on a glassy Weymouth bay with the visiting brigantine "Earl of Pembroke" looking gorgeous in the evening light. I considered asking them if they wanted to swap boats, but I'm kinda hoping for more gun ports.
As we motored around the transom noticing cat's paws rolling toward us, the wind filled from the south west and before we knew it we were doing 6 knots upwind.
I was about 30 seconds late on line (the wind died away again) and had a frustrating race where the run was dead down in NO wind. Not the best point of sail for a Laser 28. The first beat was marred by Rumrunner and then Scoline tacking in our water right in front of us, Scoline nearly had a Laser 28 trailer! Annoying but I'd have probably done the same thing.
After staying in front of us with their big masthead kite downwind, we accellerated away from Rumrunner to take the line and getting a horn. Unfortunately this was erroneous and the guys were de-rigging the kite sheets as we realised that we were still racing.
A pleasant evening though. The new chef's food hasn't improved since last week, so we'll go hungry next week! If he's reading this, sorry, but have a quick flick through Larousse Gastronomique and then spend some money on the ingredients. Cheers.
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