Bristolian - Day 11: It's raining, men

Ahoy hoy

Few hours late due to interweb being inaccessible.

Just when the crew were getting the hang of the daily slog - breakfast, lay out the towel German wise on the most comfy sail bag, slap on the factor 20 and doze until lunch - fate throws a cruel twist.  Rain, rain and more rain. Tans are fading fast. Kat the Kats lifejacket strapline will not be reversed today.  So its all back below deck for a morning munching on dairy milk and gummy bears. Go North Paddy bucks the trend and shows how tough he is his by having a rain shower on deck.

Mr Big has been demonstrating a remarkable control over weather.  Whenever the wind drops he chants loudly "Raise the Gennaker, Raise the Gennakar"  - this summons the crew from wherever they happen to be dozing to start dancing  a ritual pattern on deck - and as if by magic the wind remarkably rises again.  We are all very impressed.

Commodore Ken initiated a crib school yesterday.  Lucky Lucky Lachie lived up to his name by winning his first game but the Commodore got his revenge on Petit Pierre later.

Bianca served some fine hot dogs for lunch and the evening diners were treated to a lamb tagine with apricots.

Film night was a bit of a flop as one by one the viewers of The Usual Suspects drifted off to sleep

Towards the evening the wind fell off entirely so faced with the options of being true pure sailors, or getting to that G&T asap there was only one decision. The gentle hum of the motors probably contributed to the early finishing  of the film.

Toodlepip