Terry Roberts musings

Post “Terry Roberts” Musings.

I write in a state of pain, this chair for instance why is it so painful, Why do my hands hurt? I am however compelled to muse….

Firstly, I should thank the rescue teams for saving me (It took both boats!), Yes, the first time the Fatboy has been rescued. We were both in a sorry state at the time but we survived…And then to all the “Grand Masters” on the island that did not turn up, 1st in a group of one is good enough for me!

On a serious note I must also congratulate the Acting Commodore on his speech at Prize Giving and would like to add a hearty “Hear Hear!” Young sailors are the lifeblood of all such clubs as ours, but we should never forget that the old gits still like to have fun! Even at the cost of some very sore bodies for the following few days…

Now there were some seriously good laser sailors out competing on both days along with some old decrepit, delusional ones. To say Saturday force7 (Storm force!) sounds quite dramatic – well it was! The good sailors were doing their thing, in front, in control, looking good. Then there was a fat sailor taking advantage of his excess ballast and an older Irish sailor grimly hanging on refusing to give up – just yet ! The last race on Saturday was a race too far, The more intelligent of the “Old Guard” retiring gracefully from the race while the club was nearby. The fatter one with the ballast and dreams of glory swallowed a lot of seawater and employed the two rescue teams for half an hour, returning the “fatboy” safely to the club to fight another day.

Sunday did not tax the competitors as the previous day but the real Laser sailors were there doing their thing – again. The best sailors won and all was as it should be. We’ll be back next year, fit, slim (slimmer) but not younger and just as delusional……