Hes on his way into the Bay behind the Yacht Club.
That boat looks low in the water.
Hes made it.
Quite a lot of water.
Hes several hundred yards out and just tacked smartly.
It went around nice.
When he tacked back, I phoned him.
I asked him if he was taking on any water.
A Little. Not enough to worry about and Ive got a bailer in here.
Ok. Meet us at Hamworthy Park - 3 miles West.
Its a mankey sort of a day.
Looks like its going to rain, but cant quite get the energy for it.
There is a steady breeze of about 10 mph from the South, which if he has a problem, should dump him gently on a beach.
Last time we arrived here, he decided it wasnt right, and did not launch.
I wanted to bash him for being a pain.
However, hes the captain of his boat and he alone must make the decisions as his is the ultimate responsibility
I left a pile of Marine Ply on my bench and waited for several days before Little Idea found it and started begging.
Eventually, when he decided he wanted to build a Mirror Derivative boat out of it, I "relented" and agreed he could have it if he kept his room tidy for a whole week.
He marked out, joined the lengths but didnt tape the hull together before walking away for a whole year.
Nearly ended up strangling him with my impatience.
Hes set that main sheet up the same as the Mirror dinghies use.
Hes checking to see if it will set straight or be more slack on the back edge or on the bottom edge, both of which will affect its handling.
Looks like he saw me frowning at his unsecured mast step.