Happy Daze

There is no doubt that the signs of the sailing season are upon as we all migrate to the local chandler’s for supplies.  I bumped into a fellow sailor the other day as I was waiting for some rigging to be made up at Spencer Rigging in Cowes.  He was complaining bitterly that they’d lost his bill.  Most would have greeted this news with great joy but without his bill he wasn’t going to get his rigging back.  To make matters worse, that same day he’d put all his ropes and control lines into the washing machine at home.  At the end of the wash cycle his wife discovered that all the muck and loose fibres had clogged up the machine, rendering it useless.  Not only did the poor chap have to calm an irate wife but he had to spend the afternoon on all fours stripping the filters on the washing machine.  You’d think that after all this hassle he’d have given up and settled down with a stiff drink.  Not a bit of it, there was worse to come.  He’d taken his mainsail to a sailmaker for repair and returned a few weeks later.  Sadly, they couldn’t find any record of his sail.  As he commented ruefully, ‘The trouble is at my age I can’t recall exactly which sailmaker I took the damn thing to.  It could be anywhere!’

It made my minor issues of restoring a classic National 12 pale into insignificance…

2016-05-20T10:02:57+00:00

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