I think that I finally understand the joy of sailing. It might not be love yet but after a wonderful day’s sail in the sunshine, with 20 to 25 knots of wind, the sails filling and the boat pulling through the water, spray rising from the bow, and my taking the helm to get 7 knots of speed (that’s about 8mph, not as fast as a marathon runner but pretty good for our boat), well, I started to really enjoy it!
I won’t get too excited. I don’t want Hugh getting too smug and Henry Higgins.
Oh, and we’re anchored in the evening sun in a small bay in the Ria de Arousa. And dolphins came out to greet us as we arrived. What could be more loverly?