Sailing Close to the Wind

The Diary of a Not So Ordinary Boy

We started sailing by mistake, husband and I.  We’d been camping in Cornwall, watching people hopping in and out of boats and thought what a lovely way to spend a summer holiday. Before we knew what we were signed up on a Level 1 sailing course.  It soon morphed into Level 2, followed swiftly by our own dinghy.  Turns out that big boats aren’t as much fun (or as cheap) as the little ones.  It was a bit like the time when we thought it would be a nice idea to take the bikes on holiday and ended up cycling across the Scottish Highlands, and camping on the way.

We never got good enough to win anything (apart from some mugs and rather nasty hats as the award for travelling the furthest to an open meeting), but after a week’s holiday-with-tuition in Spain one Easter we weren’t too bad.  We were…

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