Showing posts with label Wyreema. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wyreema. Show all posts

Tuesday, 30 June 2026

My Brother

Mal's Blog Post

My only brother, David, turned 70 in 2024. He is happily married to my "Favourite Sister-in-Law" [an in-joke, as she is my only SiL!], Colleen. They live about a 45-minute car ride away, thankfully.

Colleen and David, December 2024

17 October 2024

David Nov. 2023
Colleen and David, Sept. 2023

The Brothers: misbehaving (?)
Late 2025


David is ten years older than I am, and we almost didn't know each other for many years growing up. It wasn't a negative/hostile thing, we just had nothing in common at all.

It wasn't until my late 20s that we connected; now we are "Besties"! Excellent! We can hang out together now, comfortably with no agendas, and talk for hours effortlessly... from solving the World's Problems to talking absolute silliness... it's great. Truly is.

One fascinating thing is that as we are ten years apart, we have different memories and experiences of our parents, at different times in their lives. We miss them of course. (Dad & Mum)

"He's a good bloke".

Colleen and I are close as well... she's also a "Good bloke" [giggles].

David, Canberra, July 2024

➽ Here are some pics of their amazing little garden.

Gotta love their wild water dragon, living rent-free in their garden!
(April 2026)


Peas be with ewe 
Mal

Sunday, 9 July 2023

Home Again after My Latest Adventure


Sunday afternoon, 9 July 2023

Yay! I am finally home again, after my latest adventure (click).


I thankfully spent 2 nights staying at my brother and S-I-L's place in Lithgow (a c.45-minute drive East of my home). David and Colleen continue to be so very supportive, generous and gracious, for which I'm so thankful. ❤️ They drove me home as well - but I made sure I at least paid for all the fuel they'd used these last few days. I simply do not know how to thank them enough.

(Quick update): While I was staying there, at one stage David strolled past wearing his new eyeglasses. I did a double-take when I saw him, because just for a split second - he looked just like our late dad! We both giggled. We happily reminisce a lot when we get together, as most of the family we grew up with are simply no longer with us.

Also: when he dropped me back home, I only managed to open the front door before I suddenly, unexpectedly wet myself big time! So, while I ran in for a quick shower, he kept himself busy for those five minutes by de-webbing my outside back wall... what an awesome guy.

David & Colleen (2016)

I am still pretty tender, weak and weary, but slowly recovering, thankfully. Feeling happy and positive. Obviously, I'll be taking things pretty easy for the next little bit. I'll spare you the yucky TMI physical details of it all... 😁

Everything else is behaving itself... thank heavens for that!!!

I just had to laugh: on the drive home, I felt absolutely fine; literally 30 seconds after David and Colleen had dropped me home, I had the urgent urge to pee right then. (She's right, mate!) Obviously, my ol' brain just said to itself, "It's OK: you're at home now!" 😄 (It's OK! This sudden random 'urge' will pass [no pun intended] with the whole healing process in time).

Edward 🧸 and my goldfishies were fine and happy to see me [laffs]. Then I took a quick shower and threw the first load of washing into the machine. Now I'm having a small bite of lunch - and keeping my fluids up 😄. It's good to be home.

Tomorrow (Monday), I will make an appointment to see the Independent NDIS Support Coordinator here in Bathurst. They shall be able to arrange and organize "personalised (Disability) support... tailored to meet (my) individual needs". I have been in denial about it all for too long, I'll be honest. Thank you, Colleen, for pushing me to 'pull my finger out and do it"!

While I was staying with them, David (my brother) passed on two great items to me. One was a draft of a book our long-passed father wrote in the c. 1940s about his first sailing dinghy and 'How to Sail' etc! This has huge sentimental value, as I caught Dad's passion for sailing. It will become one of my 'projects', now: to write it out and publish it online.
This is Dad sailing that same very boat "Wyreema" he describes c. 1940s in Middle Harbour, Sydney.


The second was an old unused Akai 7-Inch Portable DVD player: I can sit in bed and watch my DVD's now! Tis such a decadent luxury for me 😁  THANK YOU!  💗



Now, I simply MUST tell you the story of my new mobile phone that I bought earlier in the week (before the whole 'adventure'). It's a Samsung Galaxy A13. This was an early 59th birthday present to myself. It only cost me $328 ($218 USD, 170 GBP, 200 euros), tho it has ALL the facilities of a much more expensive model - perfect for what I need it for: to simply be able to use different Apps to keep in contact with my sons. 😁 My old phone did not have enough memory to be able to use many Apps at all. This one has one zillion times more memory, so: it can use plenty of Apps I need and is really fast, clear and easy for me to use. I only use a cheap prepaid 'plan', rather than a 'fixed contract' [etc] with it... much cheaper and just what I want/need. I have already set the phone up just the way I want/like/need it, too... I feel so spoilt. 😁

I laughed: When I tried to put the tiny SIM phone card from my old phone into the new one, my naughty MS Hands simply refused to cooperate! D'oh! 🤦‍♂️ So: back to the shop I will go so they can do it for me... such is life (No dramas). Everything else works perfectly with it (apart from that at the moment), as I only use the wifi internet from home, or free wifi if I'm out etc. David & Colleen let me use their WiFi while I was there - thank you!

Another laff: I ordered an appropriate protective cover for the new phone via eBay, and it'll arrive here next week. To take the phone to the hospital etc, I used an old thick woollen sock as a 'case' for it. So, when I was sitting in the Waiting Room of Bathurst Hospital's Emergency Department, I got some funny looks (and following fun laughs as I explained...) from people noticing me pulling a phone out of a sock. 😁 (Trust me! lol)

Addendum: I was all ready to watch day three of the Ashes Test Cricket using this (which is still a huge novelty for me at the moment [laffs]) last night - but the game was mostly washed out. I slept the whole night anyway (thank gawd).


Of minor note: I have also started using the "Threads" App [on my new phone]... I still dunno how to use it effectively yet, but we'll get there [laffs]. I will still be mainly using Twitter and (a recently reintroduced myself to) Facebook.






Peas be with ewe 
Mal


Friday, 7 August 2009

Anita Willey playing live

I'm listening to a fellow local singer-songwriter Anita Willey perform live on the radio for 2 MCE-FM's "Sounds Live" (part of the same week-long event I've been playing on as well). I'm digitally "taping" it for her, and I'll try and make an mp3 digital podcast of her on-air gig for her.
She's been so supportive and encouraging of me musically over these last few months, it's the least I can do to start to begin to say "thank you" to both herself and her partner, Peter. I'm catching up with some old friends from Sydney tomorrow. They're coming up to buy a campervan from a local, and I'll meet them straight off the train and we'll do lunch etc etc. This is yet another 'good' person I'll be catching-up with from the 'good old days', all thanks to reconnecting thru Facebook :) I'm kinda blown away... I've actually sold eight 'Lancelot's Pram' CD's so far, right across the world! I know I know... the world tour is next! hahahaaaaa. But seriously... it's all a project I'm doing basically for myself as a bit of fun, and people are wanting to listen to it. It's all still a bit surreal. The reality check is that I'm still not really well physically, but I'm working thru it... the joys of IBS. At least the Black Dog is under check at the moment... I've been having a bit of a personal happy peak this week with all the music and family, but I know in all reality it'll start to drop-off pretty quickly again, and that's quite fine. I had a nice phone call from an online friend last night, which was lovely... twas like sitting down and chatting away over a cuppa, albeit via the phone :) The 4th cricket "Ashes" test starts tonight... there's a concert I'm attending with some friend in Orange on Saturday evening... and a live acoustic concert I'll hopefully attend in a local outlaying little village 'Millthorpe' on Sunday arvo. Looks like a nice weekend... now I just have to remember to find some time to do some routine maintenance work on my little sailing dinghy while the sun is out and shining!
Peas be with ewe Cyalayta, Mal :)

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Thursday, 3 April 2008

Happy Pooh


Every once in a while, we all need a happy pooh!

I will write a post all about my positive fun weekend... I just need to tackle about 56,391 other things first atm.

Ix made me laugh... talking to him about his hand (which is absolutely fine btw...), I asked him if it was affecting his writing hand... perhaps if it had been, he could have had a few days off school (just as a joke... we've all inherited my warpo sense of humour).

"Nuh uh... I can still type on the computer anyways!"

hahahahaaaaa. Gotta love a nine-year-olds logic!
Oh... in case I haven't said it before... my 5-string bass confounds everyone who sees it! I'm lovin' it. At least no-one else wants to put their greasy paws on it...

YEEEES!
Sailing is over for this season - dam water has suddenly become too blinkin' cold... looks like we won't be back again until October. Tis sad... I've only been out a handful of times this season.

Awww... crud.

I hope I remember to replace my hiking strap before the next time I take my little Wyreema II out... falling backwards into the water unexpectedly ain't always a good plan...
Peas be with ewe

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Monday, 31 December 2007

BEST SAIL OF the YEAR!

BEST - SAILING - OF - THE - WHOLE - YEAR!!!!

Huh? Come on! Over-exaggeration? No way!

Way! Seriously. I was out on the water yesterday about four hours, firstly on my Laser with Mr Hoon (in his Corsair, not his Trailer sailor), and then both of us together in his Corsair when the wind was absolutely howling in the later afternoon!


At first, there was absolutely NO wind! I mean none! Mr Hoon and I sat around chatting happily away until about midday, when we felt the smallest gust on our faces - so we went for it! he went out in his Corsair, and I in my Laser. After about twenty minutes we'd gone about 500 meters! But it was a happy drift. Then a slight steady wind from behind us saw us slowly progress all the way to the very far end of the Dam. I'd never been up that way quite that far before, about 2 or 3 km's. There was literally no-where else to go. It's really lovely up there. And empty - apart from the occasional water-ski boat, there was no-one else up there.


Mr Hoon rigging his Corsair.

I thought it'd be a long sail back, tacking (zig-zagging) into an oncoming slight breeze. Uh huh! literally as soon as we got to the far end of the Dam, the wind changed, picked up to about 10 knots, and swung around in direction. So, as soon as we started heading back, it was coming from behind/beside us! wOOt! So we had a good 90 minutes sailing in a gorgeous breeze all the way back to the beach.

It was simply magical out there. the sky was cloudless. And one of those skies that are so deep blue that kinda mess with your mind. The hills around us were dazzling green (after all the recent rains), splashed with the occasional purple of Patterson's Curse. The water was a reflection of blue, green and purple... simply stunning. if you could paint it, people would naturally assume it was an impressionist-style painting. It was that fluid to look at. Spectacular stuff.

I'm not exaggerating here either! The colours were both dazzling but washed together at the same time.

Plus the sailing was simply the best fun I've had all year, on my own, in my own boat!

Yes, having someone else out there to sail with really helped my self-confidence. Just having another sailing boat out with me gave me a sense of reassurance i don't normally have when I go out on my own.

Just as we got back to the main basin down near the main dam wall, the wind had kicked up to about 20 knots. Gorgeous! While Mr Hoon headed in, I stayed about zooming and scooting across the bay, riding the big gusts and hanging on by the skin of my teeth, whooping my head off - literally! They could hear me on the beach, I was told later! heh heh

Time for a quick lunch break. The wind had set-in to about 25-30 knots by 2.30 in the arvo. I made the call I wasn't going to go out again in my own boat - too strong for me.

But, Timothy invited me to come out with and crew with him in his Corsair. I didn't say no! I jumped at the chance!!!


Mr Hoons' Corsair.

I haven't been out in a sloop-rigged (that's a 2-sailed) boat like this for a long time. The Access 303's don't count! The wind was a steady 25-30 knots from the east, and to be honest, I thought it'd be a bit of a short sloppy wet ride in a bit of a plodder!

Boy, was I wrong!

For the next hour or so, we absolutely screamed back and forth across the bay! Absolutely brilliant! Water spraying, fishtail out the back, centreboard singing, hiking out..

We even went all the way up to windward and set a spinnaker! I haven't sailed a boat under a kite since like 1985!!! It was like heaven! We screamed along on a broad reach for about 15 minutes on one looooooooong run! wOOt!

I thought the Corsair would handle really roughly, being an older-style boat. No way! It handled like a gentle old lady! Like an absolute dream. Slow and steady to respond to a big gust. It just sat there and took it... and took off! I simply couldn't believe such a heavy old glass boat could scoot along so fast!

In the same conditions in a Laser, for example, you'd not only be hanging on for dear-life, but you'd be in-and-out-and-in-and-out with every gust. It'd be exhilarating - but exhausting! And doing lots of capsizing (well, I would have been heh heh.)

The Corsair kinda just sat up and sailed so smoothly - but what a great turn of speed!


No no, I'm not gonna rush out and get myself one. I'm just saying - I was so surprised - we both were - that she handled so easily and with such a great turn of speed! Yay!

We were soaked. Fresh warm dam water spraying everywhere from just traveling so fast. And I loved it!

It bought back a zillion memories from sailing as a teenager on Sydney Harbour.


I cut my nautical-teeth (so to speak) as a teenager sailing these things out of Manly, 16-foot skiffs. Gorgeous boats, but a bastard to handle! Really fickle and unstable, to be honest. A crew of four (in those days), and my job was to run the jib and set the kite (that's the big yellow thing in that pic). That's one of my dad's boats, also called "Wyreema". The last time I was out in something like that would have been 1985! A looooong time ago!!!

So, here I am, in this Corsair, with a jib and a kite, and I slipped into auto-pilot - after 20 years! I mean... I just subconsciously started calling out when a gust was coming... looking under the lee (beneath us) for any boats coming up... hiking, trimming... I mean, I hadn't sailed like that in 20 years, but I was almost doing it instinctively! Sailing as a CREW rather than a skipper/helmsman. That was how I used to do it in the skiff... it was part of my job to keep things together up front... but also moving about a lot, to counterbalance the other three guys as well. I kept telling Mr Hoon about how I was feeling, and laughing my head off at the same time! It was all very surreal... like my dad was right there with me and it was a flashback to sailing as an 18-year-old again.

The spray in my face was the strongest memory tho. It always has been during the past 2+ years I've been out on the water in boats again. Windy spray splashing your face is just so refreshing. Laughing happily the whole time.

Mind you, Mr Hoon wasn't just sitting there placidly either! He was having just as much fun as I was. He hadn't managed to take this particular boat of his out for over two years!!!

I was also quite aware that I'm not 18 anymore! My stomach and thigh muscles after all that hiking! Oooh! hahahahaaaa.

But seriously! That was the best days sailing I've had all year. Belmont back in March was really good, but as far as just pure fun, glorious scenery and spray-filled scooting - yesterday was it!

Almost better that sex! [blushes with a laugh]!


There was a better crowd of people there yesterday as well, than there was on Xmas Day and Boxing Day (when it was deserted). There were about 15 motor-ski boats on the beach-shore this time. All really relaxed, friendly, BBQ's, kids running about. Twas nice.

So yes...

A Good Time Was Had By All.
Peas be with ewe

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Wednesday, 14 November 2007

Sailing Burbles

You know, volunteering (off my own bat) to update the Sailing Club webpage, and take, upload and edit photos, isn't always as easy as it seems. The main page is basically complete and at the great set-and-forget stage, and only photos and news reports/results etc need to be updated as things happen. As there hasn't been much happening lately, there hasn't been much to do.

Then last weekends' regatta happened... I took a whole heap of photos, and experimented as to how to present them. It's a round-about process, but it kinda works OK.

I was feeling quite happy with it all - until I got an impolite email from someone (who shall remain unidentified) and should simply know better, that I missed out taking some photos, and missed out on some specific details. They basically suggested I favoured the Lasers above the other classes of boats. Well, that's just bullshit.

I didn't take any notes over the weekend... I just took happy snaps as I walked around, as I've always done at most of our sailing events. I simply cannot capture everything, especially when I'm actually out on the water myself. I have a simple camera, not some whizz-band hi-tech piece of equipment. My photos are simply happy-snaps. I really appreciate when people forward me their photos, so I can add them to the page as well. Some person got a bit short with me because I didn't name them nor their class of boat when I updated the webpage. Well... grrr...!

All I ask is that people kindly let me know if they have any further names/details of something, to just let me know, and I'll update it, you know? No dramas. This email was, frankly, rude. Fook it!

I'm doing all this to promote and publicise the sport of sailing in our regional area, that's it. No hidden agendas. I'm not a professional. I just do it because I enjoy doing it.

It comes down to the fact that some cat sailors simply detest anyone who sail any other class of boat. It's a childish, bigoted attitude that really ferks things up for everyone else, who are simply there to enjoy themselves. This guy should know better. Unfortunately, he's young and impressionable, and sits back observing how some of the older guys in the big cats just speak dirt about any other class of boat - Laser or otherwise. I guess he just assumes "that's the way we do things (we cat sailors)". Well - he's wrong! heh heh

Maybe they were unhappy because they didn't get to feature on the photo pages, but rather the 10-yo boy who won his division overall!

Give me the boy any day - he was totally stoked!

And HE was a cat sailor! hahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Anyways... I updated the webpage with the correct details, so if anyone wants to complain again, they can go jump! heh heh

OK OK OK... rant ends!

Here on my blog I speak a lot about Lasers and sailing one - and that's simply because that's the type of boat I have at the moment. I don't consciously slant the Club webpage that way. All the classes that sail around here are represented in one way or another. The beauty of this blog is that it's MY blog, and I can say what I want, and it doesn't affect anyone else in the Club etc etc.

I like Lasers, but that doesn't make me some die-hard "Lasers Forever" kinda guy. I personally prefer a monohull, but whatever type or class of boat or yacht someone sails, that's fine by me - just so long as people are getting OUT there on the water and enjoying sailing, you know? That's the main thing. That's where I'm coming from.

Laser sailors are a funny breed in themselves. Because it's a one-class boat (that is, every boat is practically identical to the next, so, in theory, the only difference between them is the sailors' skills rather than the actual boat), there's lots of "sticking together" in a funny kinda way. But it's a friendly, helpful, sharing kinda thing. It's not competitive - not on shore, anyways. People leave the competition for the water - and what happens on the water, stays on the water.

Laser sailors... every one I've met (ranging from State Champions to local plodders) all willingly and happily share sailing skills, insights, info, rigging and trailer tips with anyone who asks them. I've really enjoyed and appreciated the helpful assistance of people who share themselves, to help me feel more comfortable and more effective as a sailor, regardless that I happen to sail a Laser.

I really wanna mention Graham Lasky and Chris Dewhurst, from W'ang SC, for their friendly encouraging support of me personally, over the last 6+ months I've seen them around the traps in the region. I never feel put down or belittled by the fact that I admit I'm not a hard-core racer. However, simply by asking, listening and (for me) by watching them out on the water, I've learned absolutely HEAPS about myself and my boat... my strengths and weaknesses. So guys - thank you very much for the simple, friendly way you guys encourage me out of my socks.

The same sincere thanks go to local Club Laserites like Marcia Lac and Folkert Janssen (amongst others), who, also, have passed on much helpful, friendly and effective wisdom about sailing over the last 2+ years out at Carcoar.

And to Timothy Hone - where would I have been without your friendship? You are like a brother to me, and I love you as one.

Most Laser sailors talk with all sorts of people who sail all sorts of boats too. But in my limited experience, in my only two years of getting back into sailing, I'm finding there's an almost bigoted blinkered 'racism' some cat sailors display to anyone else. It really upsets me. It's a really bad example for the younger people coming thru the sport, be it recreational or otherwise.

I guess my sailing background is obviously thru my dad, who was totally associated with the Scouts, and the Manly 16-ft Skiff Sailing Club in Sydney. The scouts sailed absolutely ANYTHING! I mean, seriously... my old man used to convert SURF BOATS into a sailing boat (complete with like a 30-kg lead centreboard!!!)... load 'em up with like 12 scouts, and take 'em out sailing! Now who says THAT'S being 'class-conscious'? hahahaa.

At the Skiff Club they sailed three different classes of boat back in the day, so the fact that I'd sail in a Skiff on Saturday, and a Flying 11 on the Sunday simply wasn't an issue for me. I'm not a 'class-die-hard' kinda guy. My last boat was a Solo, and I'd never even heard, let alone seen, one before I bought it! I really enjoyed that boat. It was perfect for me to get back on my feet and into sailing again, after 20 years away.

At the Regatta on the weekend, they was a guy from Scandinavia who sailed some type of windsurfer (I'm not sure what class it was, but some whizz-bang one!). I felt comfortable talking with him and asking him really stoopid, obvious questions because - I don't know blot about windsurfers or how to sail them. He was really insightful with his outlook on how they work, how he approaches them, and the different aspects of such a physical form of sailing. I really appreciated his viewpoint. Even sailing upto him out on the water, while he would take a break sitting on his board, splashing himself with water to cool down a bit, he'd still smile - you could tell he was having a ball. Sure, he wasn't being competitive at all, but he was enjoying his sailing. To me - that's all that matters.

He actually went out for a sail late Friday afternoon/evening, in the drizzling rain and heavy overcast gloom. Most people stood and looked saying he was crazy. I actually thought it was great! He was dressed warmly for the conditions, so that wasn't an issue. I was considering going out myself then, but the thought of going for a swim and having wet sailing gear for the rest of the weekend didn't appeal to me. Call me a wimp, I don't care! heh heh. As it was, he stayed out for over an hour, and came back beaming.

And, when all is said and done - isn't that the main thing?
I had to laugh when I finally got all the sheets etc for my boat... every single one was a different colour! I didn't plan it that way, but if it was a training boat for a noobie, it'd be perfect! "Pull the orange rope... ease the blue rope..." etc etc etc. On a Gherkin-green hull, I've an orange main, a black vang, a pink outhaul, and a red downhaul! I was gonna call it "Technicolour Yawn", but sense prevailed! hahahahaha.

But I had to laugh... one of the Lasers I spotted at W'ang last weekend had a bright purple mainsheet on a yellow hull!!! hahahahaha.

The sail on my little boat isn't the original, but it's still got a good shape in good condition. Last year I was contemplating getting myself a new one, but at $1,000 a pop (yes, that's not a typo, that's $1k) I decided against it. That's the double-edged sword of a one-design-class boat... you have to use one of their class-specific sails. There's no other choice.

However, there are moves afoot, at a local club level, for an imitation Laser sail to be used. It's apparently a slightly different material, but literally one-THIRD the price! For the 90% of Laser sailors worldwide, who potter about and socially race at a mainly non-competitive level, something like this would be a godsend. They wouldn't affect the boats' performance at all - but they'd sure save the hole in your hip pocket forking out for one of those, rather than the genuine article.

Sure, if you're gonna sail at a large Laser Regatta at a high level, you simply wouldn't be able to use one. For practising with, and sailing at small club level (like around here, for example), they'd be perfect. And for the rest of us, who potter about, to have a nice new crisp sail for a third the price would make common sense. But - we'll just to wait and see how it all pans out.

There's no way I'm gonna fork out a grand for something I don't essentially need - there's absolutely nothing wrong with my current sail. It's just that it's not new - and that doesn't mean zip to me :)

And yes... I still talk to my boat out on the water. I caught myself a few times on the weekend saying, "Good girl!" to my boat as I was (occasionally) zipping along!!! Ya, I'm crazy... but happy.

And yes... I still sometimes stop while I'm out there, and say a big "Thank you, dad!" - for passing his passion onto me.
Peas be with ewe

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Tuesday, 13 November 2007

Birthdays - and Sailing

SJ turned 11 yesterday... I managed to catch him on the phone both in the morning before he left for school, and just before bed as well. But the funniest - and happiest - time was when he received his new guitar. Apparently he hadn't let go of it all afternoon since he got home from school! heh heh. "I love all music stuff!", he was saying. "I love playing music! Thank you SO much!" He was so excited about it, even managed to run away back home before I could even get some photos! heh heh
(SJ on the left, taken last week)
It's not every day you turn 11, you know [grins happily].

Happy Birthday SJ! Love ya!

I'm all sailed out, after a weekend Regatta at Wallerawang's Lake Wallace. I'm still blissfully happy about the whole weekend. Sure, my best result was a third over the line, but that's not why I went.

I camped both Friday and Saturday nights. Things didn't look to bright on Friday arvo, with rain, showers, wind, mist, gloom and heavy overcast... still I managed to get my little tent up fine, complete with a temporary tarp as a fly over the top. It rained most of Friday night... not a good start, weather-wise. But I was still positive... even managing to sit around a campfire until late, just strumming my old guitar with a few other people. Well, happily... until people came back full of the atmosphere of the nearest pub, and demanding I play requests... I politely declined... I hate when people do that...

I got them back tho (albeit subconsciously, I later realised)... on Sunday morning I'd moved the tarp from over my tent down onto the shoreline, where we could sit in the shade from the up-coming hot sunny day. I pulled out my chair, drank a cuppa, and played away quietly on my guitar. A few blokes gave me a bit of a razz as I sat there... I must have looked like a bit of an eccentric twit or something, but who cares? Anyways... within like 30 seconds, they were all quiet, stopped their ragged ramblings together, and started to quietly listen to what I was doing! Me, being me, got lost in the moment of happily plucking away some old jazzy-type stuff, my right cheek resting against the top of the old battered guitar (perfect for camping), enjoying being outdoors beside a still-morning lake. Only after about 5-or-so minutes did I realise they were all quietly listening to me! Gagh! I was so embarrassed... but they begged me to keep going doing what I was doing, rather than yelling out karaoke requests this time. Whew! I must have lost my nerve by then, for I ended up heading back upto the tent to start slowly packing up. That was a nice moment... at least i can still 'play' when I don't consciously force myself to. That probably doesn't make sense, huh? Oh well... such is life. Hey, I play because I love to play, that's all. I just don't enjoy "playing the 'hits'" these days! [grins sarcastically]

Saturdays two races saw two different seasons in one day! The morning was like the night before, and the people who managed to come out thought it'd be a bit of a fizzer... but we were all wrong! The skies cleared, the wind dropped nicely, and by after-lunch the sun was out. Twas a glorious day to be out sitting on the water!

I ended-up retiring from the second race, as I was coming down with severe leg cramps! Just not having much sailing fitness nor time on the water so far this season, that's all. Of course, as soon as I made the decision to pull out - they stopped, didn't they? So I went for a free sail around the lake for about an hour before I went back ashore... until the cramps came back again about every 10 minutes! heh heh

Here's the Photo Gallery of the weekend. There's more photos to come as well! Yay!

The wind on Sunday morning was non-existent... some of the larger boats were considering not even going out for the 3rd race! But the wind picked up juuust enough - even tho, we just managed one lap in an hour! heh heh. But it was GLORIOUSLY sunny and beautiful being out on the water, and the time simply flew by - I needed convincing we'd been out there an hour when we got back to the beach. The sky was the deepest blue, the water was so calm and cooling, the hills surrounding were glowing deep varying shades of green, the sounds of gurgling water underneath your hull and quiet sailors' chatter carrying softly over the still water... who'd want to be anywhere else?

Even the local TV news crew came down and shot some footage. Our Club Commodore (I still get a giggle at these formal titles at what in reality is such a small friendly informal club) was interviewed, sitting on her laser in the morning sunshine. I think it'll be on tonight.

One of the funny little things that happened... the shore on the beach where we were all rigged-up on was covered with a thick mat of weed, washed-up over the preceding week. It was just messy, but apart from that wasn't so bad. When I came ashore after my third placing on the Sunday morning (third) race, a duck sat resolutely upon my dolly-trailer, parked in the weeds! Needless to say, I didn't disturb it... and it wasn't at all flustered with people walking about taking photos and taking a close look. About twenty minutes later, after quietly nesting happily amongst the weeds, the duck shook itself and swam off! That was bizarre... luckily it wasn't injured or anything like that. Ms Duck was simply happy being where it was, and that was that. Yay - more power to ya!

I felt I sailed really well this weekend, despite not bringing home any 'silverware'. But that's not the point. I really appreciated being able to observe some very talented sailors working their boats through the water in the calm conditions, and I learnt a whole lot about my own fairly-limited techniques. I know I'm not a hard-core racer - and I'm content being that way. I end up getting too distracted just being out on the water, simply enjoying the whole experience, to concentrate 100% of the time at a racing level. For me, that's quite acceptable. I simply love it.

Here's a good example... I'm sitting out about 100 meters from the wing mark... I'm about 7 boat-lengths behind the next boat... there's still a few trailing behind me... the wind is almost calm, and I'm sitting happily in the shade of the sail on the light-cream-coloured deck, with just enough boat speed to have me actually moving through the water. I'm looking around, firstly for any wind gusts or shifts, then just looking around in general... the shoreline... trees... listening to the birds... sailor's chatter carrying across the water... then for whatever reason I start thinking about SJ turning 11 the next day. My mind quickly and vividly recalls the day he was born, the whole situation, the birth, the first time I saw him... and I simply burst into tears! hahahahaa! I guess it was just a case of... oh golly, where have those 11 years gone to? He's so grown-up now! We could have lost him at 4 months old too (bacterial meningitis), so he's a precious young man.

So, here I am, bobbing away on a flat lake, sobbing away for about 15 seconds... then bursting out loud laughing, thinking to myself, "Where on earth did that come from?" Looking about, realising where I was, and what I supposed to be doing, I realised I'd dropped about one boat-length off the line to the mark I was supposed to be rounding! hahahahaaa

But, that's me... I enjoy the experience of just being out there, than the actual task of competitive racing. I mean, for goodness sakes - I usually give other people buoy-room (clearance) at marks! That doesn't sound outrageously competitive to you now, does it? hahahahaa. I LOVE the flexibility of everyones' needs, talents, abilities and focus of rural club racing!

One of the nice side of the actual Regatta was the fact that, thanks to a gracious handicap system, a 10-yo boy won his division overall! That is seriously fanTAStic. What's better than encouraging young people to get into sailing? Yay!

That was an interesting post... I started off just making notes, and then dissipated into my happy chatter-banter style I'm more happy with! I guess I kinda subconsciously stop myself from just chatter-banter a lot, otherwise my posts would go on forever! [shrugs]


Ahh, the joys of it all... I turned on the laptop yesterday arvo... that's the laptop with all my recent updated info on it... the laptop that I was going to back-up a whole heap of files and photos and stuff from it this week (that was one of my main agenda items this week... BUT, it's died, hasn't it? hohohohahahaaa! Power supply problems its been having on-and-off ever since I got it second-hand about 18 months ago have finally kicked-in for good, I think. I'm currently using my old desktop, but after it crashed a few months ago (and was supposedly 'fixed' as a result), this beast is so slow and clunky and... and... and... grrr! So, we'll just wait and see what I'm gonna do. I managed to edit and upload the first batch of sailing photos, but it took me at least twice as long as it should, thanks to the desktop puter... don't you love a machine that works twice as SLOW after it's been repaired? Gagh! Not to worry. I'm not stressed about it.
Peas be with ewe

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