It was a beautiful day.
I wanted to go boating.
Managed to convince little one to come with me.
We could go out to play and pick up biggest on the way through.
I gave the island a ring and asked them to leave him lurking on the beach and I would pick him up.
They were a bit surprised. I dont think many kids get picked up.
Anyhow....
We took the boat to the slip and threw it together.
There was another man there we had seen before, wh actually spoke to us. Most dont. I think they worry in case they catch our brand of insanity.
He was sailing a boat with blue sails on his own.
He asked where we were going, and asked if he could sail with us.
Hadnt sailed with anyone else before. I was a lot nervous in case I managed to crash into him and poke a hole in his boat. I would be vrey careful.
He had his boat in the water in 10 seconds flat. He had been sailing circles for what looked like hours before I finally was ready 30 mins later.
We took off.
I dont know why, but the longer a boats hull is, the higher its hull speed. His was 14 foot long and mine was 18 ft long.
By my way of thinking, with his far superior skill in setting up his boat and pointing his sails just so, I shoulnt have been able to keep up.
As it happened, my longer hull made me faster.
Welll.... that was until each time we turned. Whe I turn, the boat virtually stops. His just seems to keep going at the same speed.
On the way accross the harbour, this gave me a huge advantage as we did it in two loooong tacks.
Not often that someone as fat as me ends up in front!
