No such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothing

Don't wait for the weather

At last the boating season is about to begin.

At least, according to me it is ‘cos I can’t wait any longer for the weather to make up it’s mind if it’s going to be kind to me or make me cold and wet. I’m doing it anyway, for I couldn’t bear for another summer to slip through my hands, like two of them did during the covid lockdown.

By the way, for those who don’t know, sailing is one of my big passions.

Now that I am of a certain age I have become a fair-weather sailor, which means I never sail in the winter – been there, done that and worn the tee shirt – because I don’t like being cold and I don’t like being wet but most of all I don’t like being cold AND wet at the same time.

We keep our boat on the West coast of France, to wit the Atlantic coast, and usually by this time of year the weather is warming up nicely and there’s little rain because high pressure tends to take over and dominate in that area during the summer. But this year the weather seems to be all over the place.

Nevertheless I’ll be on the Portsmouth to St. Malo ferry tonight because it’s time to do the inescapable fitting out in preparation for the summer season. And I am being joined in the boatyard by a French friend who, in a moment of madness, volunteered to help. Fitting out is hard work but satisfying, for I have learned that the better prepared your boat is, the more trouble-free and enjoyable will be your sailing season.

So yoiks, tally ho, and once more unto the breach dear friends, once more...