At last, winter is behind us. I hope. It certainly looked that way as 17 skippers and crews prepared to do battle for the Crystal Bowl Trophy - The first race of the summer calendar. For the first time, since the last time, we were preparing the boat dressed in t shirts. Unbelievable after what seemed to me the longest winter ever. Ok, I know Brian Sizer can talk with relish, and knowledge about the winter of 1947 being the worst ever, but I didn’t like the one we just had.
Race officer today, was crew from Zephyr, the catamaran. He was feeling much safer in the race hut, than he ever did on the boat. And I can understand why, to my knowledge the race hut has never capsized, or crashed into another boat. He was assisted in his task, by Hon Handicapper, Rich Craven, fresh out of hiding after issuing these years’ new handicaps. This year there were a few winners who gained a more favourable handicap, and a few losers, who took the news very badly, didn’t they Kelly?
The breeze ranged from light to non existent, so the race officers signalled a postponement.
Course L was displayed and the countdown started at 1.50. As this was a free for all, I mean a mass start; the starting area was quite congested, no one wanting to get too far away in case the breeze dropped and they couldn’t get back. Ramsey Mac in Ruffian stalked the line, like a great white, (Google it) in a tuna pen, seemingly intent on running down anything smaller that got in his way. (I wonder if he was bullied as a child). As it was a mass start, team Shameless were in amongst them, giving me the welcome chance for a few observations. When its class starts where off into the wild blue without a clue whats going on behind.