Well what a difference a day makes, the morning offshore held off the real deal and lulled us into a false sense of security. Tony was going all techo and measuring the wind at 15-17kn at 9am so we all headed out on 7m sails feeling nice and comfortable, after a few runs in the nice friendly breeze, soaking up the glorious sunshine, the real wind hit and had us all scurrying back to the cars for smaller sails. I ended up on my 5.5m and had to send an sms response to Jonno who had kindly offered to drop in to church on his way over to pray to the wind gods to have mercy on our souls as I had nothing smaller.
All the usual suspects came out of the woodwork along with some unusual suspects like Dunc's and Mal who made the journey up to Sandstone for a casual day's sailing. Notable absentees were Jeff who refused to abandon his family for good wind (like Adam did) and Pete who showed up for late shift after his open house. JV Jonno and The Pope rigged up at South Esplanade early but after one run The Pope retired to Sandstone to sail with us leaving Jonno to hit the bay, Jonno showed up at Sandstone eventually but will have a sporty sail back to his car in this wind.
We handed it over to the hoard of kiters when the water got too low at 1230, I had to sneak home to get an assignment sorted and left the boys having a couple of beers on the beach watching the kiters doing silly stuff like flying through the air.
