It was exactly twenty years ago almost to the day that I signed up for sailing as my thursday afternoon activity at school. We went to a large reservoir supplying the Fens of SE England, and they introduced us to a boat called a Topper, which had been designed with being battered by children in mind, and bounced over the waves with an unelegance to put a Sunfish to shame. The teacher assigned to us was keen, but had no idea how to teach sailing at all, so I spent very happy afternoons goofing off in the water. The last day they gave us a Laser, and I realised there was slightly more to sailing.
Due to cost, it would be six years before I would get in a boat again. I was in the US for the first time, and wanted a way to meet people, so joined the sailing club on the Charles River, Boston. There were some truly exceptional teachers there if you harrassed enough people to take you out on the water; and I started to figure it out, Lasers on fresh wind days being my favourite way of spending a hot summer afternoon.
I continued with various navy rentals over the next couple of years, and I even won a race once, on Halloween, when the other competitors were so absorbed with my attempts to retrieve the greased pumpkin they let me get ahead.
I then took the step of buying my own boat. That was when I had to stop sailing to spend my time keeping her afloat.
Gareth
Freyja E35 #241 1972