I must be a glutton for punishment. Decided to go sailing today. The conditions were good, bit of a wind not a lot of drizzle. Only down side was it was a bit gusty. The wind was from the Northwest so I decided against my original plan of going round to the Yealm so that I wouldn't have to beat back into the slipway. The new plan involved going up the Tamar so it would be a run back down again. I had tried to get a crew but it was just too short notice I guess. As the tide was still falling it was quite hard work going past Devil's Point. I noticed that a traditional Wayfarer which had launched from the same slipway was heading in the same direction. Not that I'm competetive or anything but the race was on. Just got past them when I noticed they'd dropped their sails on a mooring buoy. Thinking that somehing was wrong I headed back to ask. They'd just stopped for a cuppa. I set off back up towards the Tamar bridge. On the way back I made the almost fatal mistake of trying to go forward in the boat while on a run. The boom gybed and I got a solid whack from it as it crashed across the boat. As I was on my own I didn't have a chance to sit and moan. At one point I did thick I might pass out with the concussion or something. Didn't have a headache just a bruise. Gods I felt like a prat making such a basic mistake.
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