With the thought of yet another “N” flag looming large, four intrepid boats rigged giving the Race Officer the hint that sailing might be possible. A small triangular course was duly set in a barely perceptible Westerly and Mike and Jack disappeared over the horizon in their own private breeze! With more windless patches appearing over the course, Mike and Jack somehow managed to maintain their momentum and had successfully completed one lap before Simon and Richard had managed to cross the start line as they were left stuck in a windless area.
The GPs elected to stay ashore and as Val’s voice echoed across the lake summoning all to supper, the course was shortened.