Don't let the spinnakers fool you, this was another day for bashing against the bellbuoy.
Officially, this was the Whitby Gazette Cup Race, and it was okay for the first half hour, then the wind went very, very quiet and somehow, sailing lacked the drama of previous outings. Needless to say, we didn't win! These bad boys here, Antix and Icon, came in well before us -somehow they managed to keep moving with absolutely no wind. We were on our usual third. Ah well... I never dreamed of being a racing sailor. I was thinking more, like G+T in one hand, steering wheel in the other. Instead, I jump around and haul stuff in some very unflattering gear nearly every Sunday.