

The weather was ordered and arrived as expected, wall to wall sunshine and
sea breezes, pity about the tides (or lack of them). Still, it gave the
newest member of the fleet, Octima, a flying start as she "upped keel" and set
off, leaving the rest of us wallowing in muddy holes in Titchmarsh.
What a hopeless Cruising Commodore, cannot even procure an unfair advantage
for himself!
With a close reach to the north Eagle and a broad one thereafter, and with
the tide helping, we fairly flew down to Bradwell although it seems Octima
decided to go via Oostende, thereby handing back her early advantage.
The Green Man did us proud, welcoming a rather "well oiled" crew of nine, (we
did arrive a lot earlier than we expected) at no notice.
Another fine reach all the way home, (didn't have to tack once) and a fine
weekend, enjoyed by all. It seems global warming is not all bad!