I think going sailing is great. The windier it is, the more fun you can have (well up to a point).
This is a picture of me and the Old Crocks' Cruising Club (a collection of like-minded individuals) blowing a hangover out of our ears in 1997. We did the same thing in 1998, but the boats didn't lean over as much.
1999 was solar eclipse year for western Europe, and I was in the path of totality
in South Devon (Brixham to be exact).
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| This is the yacht we sailed on - "Innuendo" - a 37ft Jeanneau, and very smart. | This is what it was like inside - Clare seems to have noticed me taking this one; Stuart looks ill. |
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| This is the photo I promised I'd burn, of us having lunch in Brixham Marina. Note the gippo tendencies towards creating a boom tent. | Greg is NOT telling me what to do - honest! Appearances really can be deceptive.... |
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| I have a cunning plan, My Lord... | Only a tiny bit left to cover up! |
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| This is Greg telling Nikki what to do, and Nikki apparently doing her best to ignore him. | This has nothing to do with sailing, because it is Phil's house warming barbeque. L-R: Phil, Clare, Kirsty, me, Mark, Tony, Pauline, Pete and John. Greg and Nikki on M27, Nick sleeping inside. |