Monday dawned grey and breezy - the organisational brilliance continued with cafe by the urn & croissant by the crate + the aforementioned Maginot Tables. The race started with the usual spirited shouts - some was just psychin ' out the opposition - althou it was noticeable that the higher the pitch the more notice peeps took - so we just shouted higher!!!! The start also coincided with 2 other things - parting of the clouds and a reduction in the wind... Three hrs later we'd done 3 miles - and it was a further 20 miles to our next port of call. So, students of math (I hate Yank yuck spk) will be able to deduce that whilst we would make landfall - it wasn't gonna be anytime soon. With the turn of the tide we started going backwards so that settled it. End ex, a radio call (that was not ack'd,) a swim for some and engine on. Half an hr later we were hailed by another competitor whose engine had overheated. A tow was organised and we headed north... Other than some dolphins and plenty rain, the run north was uneventful (tedious) to say the least. When we got to Cateret we cast off the other yacht and we joined the inevitable TDP yacht raft. 10 mins later the skipper of our toe rocked up with a bottle Armagnac - it seems the the yacht was an Armagnac and he had a fine bottle of the same to say thx!!!! :-))) the rest of the eve was spent hoovering snax, drinking free booze and shooting the shite about sailing!?!
PS when we got back on board the Skipper had hidden the Armagnac so we had an ad hoc opportunity to do a compare and contrast with the cooking brandy!?!
the monkey is in the branches, and the dog is still ill from eating all the sausages... :-)
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