I bought a dingy before I hit my teens.
It was an 8′ GRP; I used her on the Monmouthshire and Brecon Canal, in the summers, until I left home.
She looked a lot like this:
Years later, no longer in my teens, I learned to sail.
I learned serious racing and blue-water sailing in a 36′ yacht, a Sigma:
I loved the Sigma.
Stripped down, as you’d expect a racer to be, she was fast, nimble, responsive; everything a serious racing yacht should be.
They say you should never go back to an old flame.
But are they always right?
Yes.
Are they? But are they really? And who is ‘they’? And why are they right? And are they even right all the time?
Yes they are.
As you’ll find out when you get caught doing 25 knots up the Grand Union in your Sigma!
Anyway, all this mucking about on the water business: are you doing all this just so you can ask Sam to come and sit on your boat?
I used to work with a guy who said he was going to buy a racehorse and call it ‘My Face’, just so he could hear the women shouting ‘Come on My Face!’
Am looking forward to seeing pictures of the new boat. You know you are going to!
These are enigmatic and interesting times 🙂