Still need to apply for my practical test and summer almost over, tant pis. We had another covert sail (how covert two adults and three children might be is open to debate). Good one though, despite some rust in the sail hoisting department, where a badly located traveller caught under the lip of a badly tightened screw and started to lift the track out of the deck. It took numerous different tools (the right one, a simple screwdriver, had been left ashore) to free the offended screw whose nose had been completely bent out of joint. Once free of this impediment a fab sail and picnic lunch was achieved, followed by a swim at anchor off Pointe du Grain.
A second covert sail would have been achieved on the following day - perhaps the best sailing day on Lac Neuchâtel all year - had we not got some tidying up to do chez nous and a bbq planned with friends in the afternoon. A more ruthless approach is called for.
Still, two weeks in the UK at the Rolex Fastnet helped shape some planning for the future. For a short, possibly ghastly, moment I signed up for the 2011 South Pole Race (get your sledge out) until the prospective team leader's wife told him it was the Pole or his family. For a moment I saw hesitation in his response and a misty look of the snowblind about him, before reality hit home. So, I'm going to do the 2011 Rolex Fastnet instead and in the same week got an offer of a ride. Hence, the MTB is out and training has commenced. Hopefully, it will be more regular than this blog.
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