......I wasnt sure we could make the turn towards the slipway.
The boat wasnt sailing very well. Most of the power comes from the back main sail, and the wire that holds it up had snapped and dumped it into the cockpit - thats the dish shaped bit we sit in - or today, use as a paddling pool.
We had to stop just being blown downwind and start to go across it to get to the beach. I shoved the steering thing across and hoped.
On the bottom of the main big sail, there is a metal pole called the boom. Its that, because thats the noise you hear when it swings across the boat and smacks you in the head.
Luckily, I ducked.
Unluckily my little one didnt. I lunged after him and missed.
The steering stick, the tiller smacked me in the head and split my lip.
He went straight over the side.
Not often I end up praying.
He came up flailing and hit one of the windsurf boards. How he ended up on it, I dont know
I grabbed the tiller steering thing and yanked the boat round
The waves were getting bigger here as the water got shallower. It was about 7 or 8 ft deep plus waves.
The wind almost turned us over as we felll off a wave
As it came up, it sort of jumped forward and started moving again.
I just hung on
It wasnt much further
I looked back to where my little one was.....