Over here in the east the wind forecast looked more suited to windsurfing than cat sailing, though it was just the sort of conditions that Dad would have revelled in. For most it would prove too much but even though it was all expected over sixty cats turned up on Friday ready to race, the wind picked up so quickly I had to box the camera as our rib turned to rescue boat.
We only had time to grab a few pix on the way to the start, the flag sequence was hardly underway before the dark clouds stopped being a dramatic backdrop and were unleashing torrent of wind blown rain. Fortunately I managed to get three of my brothers boys lined up together before boats started turning over though I couldn’t help have some admiration for the lady with 403 on her sail.
Tornado’s are the fastest of the lot so just imagine sailing one blind, yep, that lady stood on the tramp pulling down the spinnaker is totally blind and we think we’re stepping up to the plate when its windy.
That wasn’t the final result for the weekend as they found the odd lull in the wind to pull off a race or two but I think Granddad would have been proud to see his Grandson Henry picking up the trophy to be crowned European Champion and in a one of Granddads boats.
