I went sailing today!Well, not really'ntruly sailing in the fair dinkum sense of the word, in that I stayed on terror firmer and a two ft. six inch (after 30 years I'm still not metrified) radio - controlled yacht did all the physical work. NB Those hordes of new readers should refer to the previous item (yes I know it comes "after" this one) for background detail.
Anyway, this all came about because, three weeks ago, a great grandmother asked us to introduce her beautiful 12.y.o. budding flautist grand-daughter to play at one of our village social nights. Aforesaid great grandmother, that night, introduced the child's grandfather. He said, by way of making conversation, that he often goes sailing , but seldom gets either of his feet wet and that, without having any practical or theoretical prior knowledge about any sort sailing, he'd been having a wow of a time at it for the past nine months - It seemed like the birth of a great idea to me!
The invitation came by 'phone thismorning, and within the hour we were out there sailing,at a nearby and especially built lake and -it was great! Only minor problem was that, what with evaporation and recent shortage of rain around here, the average depth of the water was about half an inch less than the launched depth of the keel, and that meant that every time we stopped our brave vessel leaning it showed a distinct tendency to park.
Never mind. It's amazing what radio control and willpower can do. But I wish I could remember which of the two little levers adjusts the sails and which steers the little brute.
So there you are. Now you know more about this subject than does my wife. Stay tuned.
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