Reef, man, reef!
I've said it before and I'll say it again: all the sailing I did this summer was fantastic but it was when I had an experienced person like Tim on board that we started ripping up the waves, and today was the day I had been waiting for all season!

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 Taçked into various anchorages along the way. Tim and I, however, were having a fantastic time but we also had a destination to reach within a timescale and as we tacked once more, this time 120 degrees away from Bodrum to optimise the winds, we were hard pushed. It was also pretty hard work, beating into the wind for hours on end but between us it was no sweat. Physically demanding of course, but we never once doubted our or the boat's ability. Even so, the light was just starting to fade as we motored sailed past Kara Ada with Bodrum Castle just off the starboard bow.
![]() Tim taking control |
By the time we tied up in the marina the sun had gone down and both of us were pretty knackered. In fact we made an effort to get to the boat party but it was running late, they wanted EU50 and they were only going to be playing trance. That sold it for us - we went straight to bed, tired but elated.





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