What an amazing time ... Paul, in his haste to grab his sailing gear, managed to toss two left sailing shoes into his sailbag. Then, our guest Analize from Santam, was keen to experience the full adventure of off shore racing - The PG Glass crew, always happy to oblige, promptly found some 50 Knot gusts and threw Maji on her ear - nearly tossing Joy and Carl overboard in the process. Carl - dunked to his midriff in freezing water, bravely kept Joy aboard. 

Joy (still in her dry clothes!)

When Paul decided that ou r VIP guests had endured enough 'excitement' he called for a tack. The brand new starboard sheet, still very soapy, wipped itself loose. We stayed on a little longer to sort the problem out. Once we were safely out of the wind, Joy demonstrated her sailing prowess by taking the tiller and steering us safely home. We started the engine at the entrance to the harbour.

Annalize from Santam - All her fault - she was egging us on to find more breeze!

Oh did we miss Lindsay, Our obssesive/compulsive fixer upper of all things mechanical. Lindsay has an uncanny knack of checking and then re-checking everything. To the point where the rest of us abdicate responsibility of things (like diesel) to him - just expecting everything to work when we need it.

Carl being charming

Joy, still at the helm, noticed that everything had suddenly become very quiet. Paul and Wavy looked at each other and said 'diesel' simultaneously. With a now very still engine, the crew contemplated sailing on to our mooring - before the 40 Knot South Easter caught up to us. Actually, things went really smoothly with a brilliant bit of parking under sail only. (Why is there no one around when you get it right - and always an audience when you get it wrong?)

Joy at the helm - an old hand at this!

Safely ashore, wet clothes were exchanged for dry, and two excellent bottles of red wine were quickly uncorked. Even our Ceri took a longing look at the Captain Morgan and coke before declining. A brilliant evening was had after that - with Ceri deciding that in future she would be responsible for ensuring the diesel tanks are alwys kept topped up.

Now this is what I call client relations ...