The early bird…
The early bird catches the wind. At least that’s what happened this weekend.
Light wind for both Saturday and Sunday meant John & I planned an early start on Sunday. Luka, Les and Alan planned the same early start from Clontarf.
Anyway, we arrived at 7am, and despite not having enough breeze to make the anemometer on the clubhouse turn, we rigged and hit the water at 7.30.
And it was so so worth it.
We had 2 hours of blasting up and down the middle of the harbour with effectively nil traffic and up to 15 knots of breeze from the west. It was an eerie feeling being out there on a cold, quiet winter morning, with the whistling flying boat being the only sound.
And the breeze was also surprisingly consistent for a westerly, giving us a good chance to gauge speed and throw a couple of airborne gybes, gacks and the like.
By the time we got back to shore, the breeze was on it’s way out. Atomic was canned, and we headed home for lunch.
Everyone else on the harbour sailed in an absolute millpond for the rest of the day. Hahaha.
The poor guys on the North side didn’t rig and venture out. Bugger.
Only a couple of weekends left now…
