I haven't had the Skerry out sailing for a while, and the weather forecast looked ok for today. I got down round 10.30, unloaded and wheeled the boat out on the sandbar to rig. I usually rig on the grass, but I thought Oz could have a bit more of a run around. By the time I had rigged one trolley wheel had sunk in the sand. I put Oz in, slide the boat off at an angle, and went to fold up the trolley. When I looked again, the boat was heading off at an alarming speed. I managed to run after it and grab it. It would have been a bad situation if it had got away from me. My phone and vhf were in a waterproof grab bag tied to the boat. It was cold today, almost no fishing boats around. I am not sure what I would have done. Maybe yell for Oz to jump off, but I am not sure if he would have.
On the plus side, I was wearing my drysuit. I would have got soaked and cold otherwise. And, after the inauspicious beginning, we had a good, brisk sail over to T28 and back. No seal home today. Off Pooint Gellibrand we were hooting along at nearly 6 knots.
I don't know if I am getting sillier as I get older, or just having a run of not great luck. Either way, somehow I need to be extra careful.