Fab Foodie said:
Sounds like a great w/end.
Have sailed a Sigma 38? out of Southampton as Number 2 with a bunch of complete novices a couple of times (I'm little better... but I've a strong enough constitution to be able to make bacon butties down below as the boat's hard-over from one side top another... so I usually get the gig!).
Sailing a boat like that in a good wind is a wonderful experience, Day 1 for us is usually a bit tricky as everybody is learning the ropes, but after a curry and a few beers in Cowes, day 2 usually goes really well! Bloody hard work though. Probably had my most comatose sleep ever in a '38's galley bunk, snug, full of beer and jal-frazi I slept like a dead-man. Fab!
Sailing is truly marvelous. After a w/end like yours I reckon your probably thinking about going again... aren't you?
If I had to choose a w/end sailing or cycling... sailing wins, hands down.
Hey FF – yes I’m due to go again with older mini ao in early September.
I may have made the mistake of having a flapjack and cup of coffee at the wrong time... but out on the Saturday once I was in an advanced state of greenness, I couldn’t even look at any food, well at one point all I could do was crouch on the cockpit seat and feel like death warmed up – anyway I look on it as an initiation...
I also missed out on a couple of pints, sitting in the sun on the Mary Mouse 2 marina (lightship) restaurant sipping my bottle of mineral water... On the first night in the boat in Haslar marina, I didn’t get to sleep for about three hours because of the sound of lapping water against the stern of the boat – the foam earplugs were useless.
On day two - different story.
Taking the helm was great... doing a port tack in F5 SW wind, westwards down the Solent passed Cowes, into some decent waves. On occasions for some reason I just didn’t see the ‘steering’ as like a car and corrected movement the wrong way – all good fun... Actually I was kept at the helm during the rougher bits on purpose – part of the skipper’s strategy for a puke free ride... When we turned around, the mainsail went down and with just the foresail up, and the wind behind we had a leisurely sail back in the bright sunshine... and I was eating rolls, crisps and apple on board - no problem. Had a beer on return to the marina this time... Then got swabbing the decks with brush and hose.
I’m fair skinned and I tell you what – I’m glad I smothered myself with factor 50, because the odd bit I missed went very red. You feel nice and cool out on the boat, but with a clear sky you’re definitely being cooked by the sun.