Before Karl (an ex-colleague from Yeo Valley and one of Graham's closest friends) and his 21 year-old son Harry arrived, we had the challenge of stowing sails and all sorts of other kit that normally lives in the 'garage' (aka the forecabin) to give them both somewhere to sleep. The ensuing re-organisation prompted us to dig out the sewing machine to fix some damage on the yankee (the front sail) where chafe had worn through it at the point where it leaves the furler foil. If we'd ignored the issue for much longer there'd have been a real risk of some serious rippage so dropping it to the deck early in the morning, before the breeze kicked in and the sun became too hot, was a good move.
|Chafe is your enemy, again. Wear at the luff rope|
|Sewing in a reinforcement patch|
|Selfies with a well known back-drop|
|Peeling prawns for lunch|
|Sailing out of the harbour into the Pacific|
|Making selections of new underwear in Coles. Luckily their bags did arrive on the Tuesday morning, delivered down to the beach at Manly for us to load into the dinghy|
|A spinnaker run under leaden skies the morning after the thunderstorm|