In the run up to spring, it is common for my thoughts to turn to the delights of summer sailing. Being a fair-weather sailor it is only too easy to imagine calm days, clear nights and evenings sitting in the cockpit with a glass of wine, watching the sun go down behind the hills whilst otters perform the evening dance for the benefit of the onlookers. The reality often turns into screaming winds, screaming crew and stomach-churning waves. So why do I look forward to it all with such anticipation each year? I have come to the conclusion either that I am daft, or my memory is bad. Of course I could blame it on all the books with tales of faraway places and enticing adventures. Nonetheless, the spring refit is almost upon us. For the boat – not me.
i love to sail at see or on a river, sailing has been my hobby for several years already. .,.