The clocks went forward last night, so that’s the official start of British summertime, Warsash sailing club are holding the 3rd race of the spring series, but here at SYC we are still battling it out in the winter series. Maybe next year we can look at the race schedule and not drag winter out any longer than it needs to be. No wonder the daffodils are confused.
I decided not to race to today, for no other reason than I didn’t want to. I think I need some of that shampoo Cheryl Cole is advertising, the one that’s “gonna get me Mojo back, why aye pet bonnie lad”. However, seeing how the forecast of light west winds for today transformed into winds gusting in excess of 40 knts, I made the right call. My crew are oblivious of the fact that ‘it’s me mojo that’s went’ (Cheryl speak), they just think I’m an old salt that can forecast the weather accurately by gazing skyward, squeezing the seaweed, and seeing whether the man or the woman comes out of the cuckoo clock first!