Thursday

Work is not going well TSP is a bit like having your teeth drilled without drugs.
So I was glad to get to the sailing club. Text from Mark, "No Mel 2nite". So it was just Me Mark and possibly Linda.
I rowed up the river to Nickel Coin and rigged the boat for racing ( big No. 1 ) Linda arrived to help finish off and as usual Mark turned up at the last moment.
Very light breeze so we were never going to win. To make matters worse we chose not to spinnaker as Linda does not know the boat well. A good call as there was a jibe on the down wind section.
We made a good start and off we went to the windward mark. We squeezed past 2 V class boats on port and almost squashed a Squib at the mark. Pheobe came steaming up to the mark on starboard from nowhere and then caused C seven to turn away. C seven lost boat speed and steerage and hit the 2 V class boats. BUT we didn't see anything !
We had a relaxing time and made it home safely. Mark ferried us ashore one at a time as there not a lot of air in the rubber dinghy. I waited for Mark but no sign, had he stopped for a chat at the moorings or been run down by a fishing boat ?
I had a chat and a beer then it was off to pick up Tanja. Should check for Mark... No tender no oars Oh dear. I walked up to the moorings there was Mark getting pissed with Len and Dave on Dave's boat !