How to start the race round-up? Perhaps we should seek inspiration from the best openings in literature? “It is a truth universally acknowledged that a middle-aged man in possession of a boat called Mirage will win the WBYC race.” Or maybe, “In a hole in the ground there lived a Hobie Cat.”
Either way – Mirage won! Well done!
In an ominous development, the young Cagers were spotted in training—could this be the beginning of a dynasty? Watch this space…
A fantastic effort from Cutty Wren, who started well, middled well, and ended well, securing a well-deserved second place. An impressive result for the single-handed sailor! Mandala stayed with the pack, crossing the line a close fourth but snagging third on corrected time. A tactical error at the windward mark cost Lottie, who had to be satisfied with a respectable but close fourth.
I also spotted the indigo mainsail of Island Mist out on the course, alongside Layla, Abigale, and Pandora, all poking their noses out and enjoying a beautiful early evening sail.
However, I was deeply concerned upon witnessing some of the local Lycra-clad louts fashion a rudimentary raft from a couple of canoes and bits of old dinghy that they then proceeded to tear up and down the bay at twice the speed of the monohulls! It did look like great fun, I must admit.
As for the beach party, bathed in the orange, red, and purple hues of the setting sun, cascading across the blonde sands, cyan sky, and murky brown waters – I will leave that tale for someone else to tell…