With a bub its all a bit different... but Sandy once again turned it on for the Cup Weekend.
Ok, we didn't actually sail in the competitions (who sails slalom these days anyway???), and we didn't make it to the pig-on-a-spit BBQ, but we manged to catch up with all those people we hadn't seen since pre-boy days.
The house we stayed in was a mix of top class stuff ("Ohhh... a Russell Hobbs toaster..." Me: "A What???") and total impracticality (A ladder hung from the ceiling dangling things in the head anyone approaching 6ft), but it did have a track directly out the back and over the dune to the beach - well, it you were prepared to scramble a bit.
As for the sailing... well there was a bit of cross-off surfbeach sailing, but the wind was flukey and the current was horrendous; one slip and you were drifting back to Melbourne. Even the good sailors were having a walk of shame every second run.
Still, i managed a ripper of a backside wave ride, carving off a steeper face than i've ever attemped before and leaning into the sail quite nicely thank you very much.
As for the inlet, the wind was mostly easterly, and hence it wasn't perfect but indeed better than sitting on the beach. The GPS was given a run and managed a top speed of around 30knots. Its all on gps-speedsurfing of course.
Fun times!
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