Sanity Break
I got out for another sail today. As a stiff southeasterly had been blowing for severs days, the ocean swells were up and sailing conditions remained fairly lively. When I told my barriers I was off sailing, he mumbled something about the wet weather and looked at me like I was slightly crazy ... but "I drink coffee and go sailing to sustain my sanity" I pleaded fruitlessly. Never one to be put off, I monitored to a launching place, slightly sheltered and to windward of a large bay. It's a great place, an ex WWII Catalina base on Lake Macquarie. No surprises, I had the place t myself. I toyed with the idea of hoisting the main alone, but being a thrillseeker, I gave it everything ensuring everything was set fairly flat. I initially bore off downwind, I'm a sucker for anchored yachts, there were three in that direction and as I squirted past, I got some waves from those onboard tucked in behind their spray dodgers. I was little bothered...