This time when we arrived at Gümüslük we again anchored twice, but not because the anchor dragged but because someone left and we took advantage of a better position. Hoorah! Jamie’s fears of anchoring and drifting seemed to have disappeared (although mine hadn’t).
Taç was so taken with sailing that she decided she’d join me on a gentle cruise up the coast to Gümüslük, where we stayed at anchor for four days, so in terms of log entry there is little to say on the sailing side of [...]
Today goes down in history as my most embarrassing moment. It’s a moment all sailors dread. A moment that happens to most of us but one that shouldn’t happen in front of fellow sailors. It should only happen in private when no one is watching.
Here’s a girl with a sense of adventure I thought, especially being a young Turkish girl. It was whilst Tim was visiting that Taç came down for her summer holiday and we decided to take Taç out on her first sailing trip, a few miles down the coast.
The wind continued to gust into the high twenties as we continued to race along, slashing through warm but very wet waves. Every boat we saw became an opponent and before we knew it we were racing another three yachts. We won of course, but not without a battle. The battle was with the elements though – the other yachts either reefed or tacked into various anchorages along the way.
