At the start - thanks Chris, Neil and Diane in the RIB - it was Paul and Tim on Thembi who made the best of it, closer in to the pier to stretch away with Hope, Martin Shairp's fine old Standfast on her transom. A split of tacks, Thembi going inshore out of the tide, and Hope further out in better breeze, and the latter was away, never to be challenged seriously again, to post a comfortable lead at the pontoon on Isle Martin, followed by Kumairi, then Thembi and Twister and Alastair's new Westerly with the former owner, a retired doctor from Lochcarron, aboard. Rumour has it that a spinnaker was flown, as was an assymetric on Hope round the back side of the island.
Miraculously Mairi Bhan, having caught a private breeze, was awaiting the fleet at the finish, the lure of cake no doubt spurring them to feats of sailing that were the envy of the fleet.
|The Rev Macdonald, after summoning up a breeze, decides that walking on water is perhaps a step too far...|
All but Hope, Thembi and Mairi Bhan left for home. And that night, and next morning all awoke with hangovers to a gale from the east, and a hard beat back to Ullapool.
And the winner? We live in Hope... but it's all in the lap of the Osbornes, (as usual).