Mid season, and Ffly, hitherto the fleetest of the Flying Fifteens, is slowly being reeled in by the ravening pack. On Friday it was the commodore descending's day of glory as, after rounding the mark with a serious deficit, he drove the red boat relentlessly through Ffly's lee to cross the line ahead.
This was Ffly's first ladder race, and the defeat leaves her at the bottom rung. Emma Copestake leads, but will find it hard to defend her place as she is currently in France terrorising French school children.
And on Saturday Ffly had the mother of all battles to keep ahead of Sandy's hot new white boat, which just seems to get faster and faster. No more tuning hints then.
Ffly's days are clearly numbered...
Thanks too to John Coe who raised and lowered flags, blew horns and organised our starts in his capacity as Race Officer. It means we are slowly upping our level of competence. Nothing too dramatic, but one day when the Royal (pending) Loch Broom Sailing Club is chosen to host the Flying Fifteen World Championships, we'll need to be up to speed on the intricacies of race management.
Pico Week appeared to go well, with a predominance of female participants. What is it about sailing and rowing that deters the males? For every boy there seemed to be three or more girls, and some pretty fine sailors in the making, thanks to Carol Anne's instruction.
More from Paul Driver, hopefully, soon in detail about the week.
Meanwhile, preparations should now be in hand for Friday 20th July night's curry frenzy Somebody suggested a Caribbean theme, which suggests hot and spicy.
Let me know what you intend to bring and it will be posted on the blog. Last time around we had everything from a Madras to a kurma.
Our guest of honour, John Simpson, RYA instructor, transatlantic sailor and former bomb defuser, likes a good curry, so we should be able to do him proud.
He may or may not give us a little talk during the evening. I reckon it might be better for us all just to mingle and get to know him face to face. See how it pans out. And on Saturday he'll be giving us some hints on better sailing.
What else? The club room remained dry throughout the Pico Week, which was a miracle (sorry) I mean a tribute to the organisation and fear of god instilled in the hearts of the little dears by Those In Command. The changing room (complete with his and hers sections, separated by a shower curtain) was the scene of chaos (like all changing rooms) while the club room remained an oasis of calm and warmth where children could jab iPods and scoff junk food.
Great to see the place being used and looked after and lots of youngsters around.