The slippery slope

 

It was the regular WBA sailing day at Albert Park Lake today.  Anne was heading off to visit a friend, so I took Oz rather than leave him home alone.  He was ok getting back in the boat, first time since our capsize.  He looks fairly relaxed, but perhaps he is just shutting his eyes trying to make it all go away.

Peter was there in his lovely cat ketch, reminding me how good cat ketches can be.  

Jim was there in his row boat.  A couple of chaps I have not met before were launching a lovingly restored clinker built boat.

I was trying to prevent Pitthirrit banging into the trailer when it came time to retrieve, and managed to slip and land in the not too pristine waters of the lake. up to my armpits.  Oh well, someone has to provide the free entertainment.  I was glad to get home and get a shower.  

I made a few tweaks in the balanced lug, which seem to help a bit.  I need to push on with new centre board and engine mount this week.

I got a heads up regarding a Welsford Navigator for sale at an extremely reasonable price over in Mornington. But somehow,I am just not interested. Something has changed in me. Perhaps I amon another slippery slope. But it could also be a glimmering of something like sense.