Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Well, it's been a quiet day in Ses Sailines, the little village that time forgot and the decades cannot improve, where all the women are strong, all the men are good looking, and all the children are above average.
I'm pretty sure that's somewhere else.
But it was a quiet day at Minorca Sailing today.
The topic for the day in the Advanced Laser Class was "Starts."
God knows I need to improve my starts.
At 10:00 am, there was no wind.
The instructor gave us his prepared talk about starting tactics.
At 10:30 there was still no wind.
We continued the class with random questions on every Laser sailing topic under the sun.
At 11:00 there was still no wind.
We discussed options. Paddle-boarding anyone?
I opted to go for a swim in the pool.
Then lunch. I now know the Spanish for, "A tuna and tomato roll, please."
After lunch a light northerly wind filled in. Winds always "fill in" here. Eventually.
I went down to the beach. It was the last day of the race series. I checked the results so far. I did some mental higher mathematics and worked out that I had clinched the series already, even if I didn't sail today. But I think it's disrespectful to your competition to refuse to race in such circumstances. Anyway I'm not entirely confident in my ability to do mental higher mathematics after I have had two beers for my lunch with my tuna and tomato roll. So I sailed anyway.
The Swiss lady was super fast in the light air and won the first race by a huge margin. The Scottish lady and I tussled all round the course. I scraped the windward mark on the last lap and did a 360. The Scottish lady passed me. I caught her on the next reach and just established an overlap at the gybe mark. I held on to take second and she was third. After the race we discussed how she could have defended better at the gybe mark. It's that kind of vibe here. We all help each other.
In the second race I came into the line with about 30 seconds to the gun, luffed up to leeward of the Swiss lady, pulled the trigger first and was away. No way was she going to beat me twice in the same day. Children can be so cruel at my age.
I rounded the windward mark in first place with the Scottish lady not far behind. She eventually caught me on the second beat by playing the shifts better. That whole business about lifts and headers is something I need to work on. Once she was ahead I couldn't catch her. I was second, with the Swiss lady third.
So all three of us had four points for the day, and they each beat me once. A fair end to the series. I think they are tied on points for second place with the Swiss lady winning the tie-breaker. We will see at the awards party tomorrow night.
When I returned to the beach after a celebratory sail around the bay, Tillerwoman was waiting for me.
She had had a very bad afternoon. Had a minor disaster in fact. The sort of disaster that rarely happens in the quiet little village of Ses Salines.
She was knitting by the hotel pool, and her knitting pattern blew into the pool!!!
She had to jump into the pool to retrieve it!!!
Oh, the humanity!!!
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