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| That does what? |
So, out we go - man overboard, mooring by a buoy. Peter at the helm, Stewart and I jumping around the ship. Jib half out, not too much speed - opps slow down, watch out for that boat - whew --- better gyb...oh no... tangle of man and materials on the floor and guess what - in the drink again.
This time the fact we had a combined age of the dinosaurs told on us. I had another go with the instructor but we were losing confidence through our feet....
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| A rare moment - upright and calm! |
We did the mooring next to the boat and it wasn't too bad, although I missed the boat twice! The rudder felt very heavy, my arms were aching - but it wasn't that really. It was just loss of confidence and cold - we gave up! Too windy - but was that us or the weather!
Flying is easier. If you get it wrong you go over in a roll and come back the other side (not helicopters!)
I will have another go but I'm waiting until the water is warmer. April is a cruel month as someone who almost certainly wouldn't be so foolish as to learn to sail at an advanced age has already pointed out!
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