After a hard day at sea it was off to the Raft Race, three rafts this year. Hard day in that was out not too sharp but the first fleet was hauled in a really awkward motion. When it comes from two directions due to the wind swinging further round to the west it makes for a cork screwing action and slows you up crossing the deck. Uses up a lot more energy and a couple of spasms of cramp during the night is testament on the day. Due to me mentioning the Sand Track earlier I took the pooches up the shoulder before the start of the entertainment began at the Inn. A quick run down the road with the dogs to come back up and pick up Breagh’s harp as she was playing music later in the Inn. The future paddlers were out in force
mainly getting their carbs in
for when it comes round to their turn.
Usual suspects turn up to row the rafts, some disturbingly comfortable in their new outfits,
the unbeaten run continues
with girls in second,
although they did have a ringer on board.
The ringer’s partner waiting for her man to come shore.
There was a serious doubt about the weather for most of the week but good fortune was in place.
Music by now playing away
with the key board player having a sneaky sip between riffs,
and the burgers flying out, the ice cream man being the burger man for the day.
Sorry to have missed the music later but a pesto squat lobster pasta meal and off to bed before ten. The work rate at the moment is very high but taking a bit of a toll due manifesting in severe tiredness and cramps, but still feels healthy. Fishing Competition going on today and although I am in full support a day on board doing nothing does not appeal. When I am on the Varuna I never stop, whether I am steaming to the next fleet or hauling it.