It was a rushed but satisfactory dash to Harwood and back. Jill Trevillian and I got to the BRSC early, in time for the pre-sailing committee meeting. Then we rigged and launched as quickly as we could. Despite our best efforts it was still nearly 1 pm before we were underway.
All the week the forecast had been light winds but at the last minute a strong northerly blew up. As it wasn't forecast I didn't take it seriously and didn't reef. Never mind, we had an exhilarating sail for a couple of hours. Most of the time we tacked downriver making very slow progress against wind and tide - but it took no time at all to return to the ramp. By that time we felt like we had had a real workout and the next day it felt as if my arms had almost been pulled out of their sockets. We both slept well. Sorry, no snaps today for obvious reasons - no spare hands.
We were anxious to get ashore earlier than usual and get back to Byron Bay. The British Film Festival was on at The Palace and we both wanted to see The Suffragette.
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