Frostbite 13th Jan

Anybody who wanted to race had to wade through the post flood mud and claw through the ice to rig their boat. Deep joy. Still a dozen intrepid ( is that the word ?) souls took to the water.  The OOd team kept them guessing the course until, well , a bit after the last minute. Maybe they where trying to remember how to actually do a race, it’s been so long waiting for the water to fall.

The gentle easterly breeze was never going to cause much of an adrenaline rush, and any white knuckles where purely a product of the wind chill.   A bit of close quarter jostling and the race got off with  Clay jnr & snr chasing Chris up the lake  and down the interminable rum to buoy 2.

Paul and Neville teamed up in the Ent but too much Xmas turkey meant they couldn’t hold off planing Laser jockeys like Mark on the reaches. Steve and Lynn got in some kite flying but their cunning plan of shortcutting the course didn’t go unoticed earning them a DSQ.  Steve consoled himself with some short dated mince pies in the galley, but Lynn went home to huddle up to a hot water bottle and thaw out her hands. So Steve ate her pie too. And her soup !

Might have to break the ice if you want to sail on Sunday.