Hmm I am starting to wonder about karma.

Yesterday, I was standing in the water trying to sort out my confused like alphabet spaghetti harness lines when I noticed a high speed Druid coming in my direction. Downhill and choppy water, what could possibly go wrong I thought. I feel safe because this druid knows his way around a windsurfer better that Slugger around a Mardi Gras. The wizened wonder kept the pedal to the metal right up to the end. It was not until that last critical split second that I knew I might be in deep poo. The druid let rip with some sort of spell that required yelling, a self inflicted enema and launching all of the hardware in my direction. I opted for the swift Armadillo pose, rolled up into a ball and hoped that the kevlar pads in the impact vest will do their thing…

In the end just about everything missed me. A gentle tap hello from the boom and I surfaced under the sail that needed a just a tiny bit of persuasion to let me get a breath in.

In news just in, 'The No Shit Sherlock’ moment of the year so far, has been easily won by the Druid when he surfaced and announced;

“ I lost a bit of control there…”

This morning, it's stormy and hella windy. I do the school run and go to join the mad bastard, aka, The Scud at Yunbas. When I get there The Scud is already sailing with the usual lack of regard to human life (his). He has an ancient 5.8 wave sail up and looking particularly overpowered. The tide is super high and Yunbas has rollers that look like Scarborough Beach. At this point, I notice the lack of a jousting stick on my trailer. Crap! I immediately go off in search of said weapon. Ninety minutes later I am back at Yunbas just in time for The Scud to call it a day, and there was no chance I was going to do those conditions on my lonesome.

On the plus side, my mast was on the verge on Gordon Rd, literally the last place I looked. Someone had picked it up and placed it out of harm's way. The mast cover is a bit scuffed and worse for wear, but it doesn’t look as though it’s been run over. My best guess is the sharp angle of the school driveway onto Gordon Road may have bounced it out of the clips and it has slowly slid backward until it fell off. So Top Ten fangy Big Thumbs Up to the good citizen who rescued my jousting stick.

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Like a rookie in a rodeo at Liptons this morning attempting to sail over to Point Grey with an F2 Maui Project 105L, Loftsails 5.6 Racing Blade, FF 20. 
Would’ve been hilarious for any onlookers observing me get trashed from one side to the othermy intention was to try and get to the other side, and conceivably, it would be flat enough for a couple of runs around the corner. Unfortunately, I spent the whole time trying to de-power getting over there and I think my 2 seconds was airborne going sideways.
Point Grey was the reverse of smooth, and with the gusts coming through I wasn’t able to handle the rig, so I sheltered near the trees huddled up behind my board for what seemed like an hour.
A break in the fronts was all I wanted, and back I went with my tail between my legs.
Cheers, Pete, for carrying my board while I took my rig on my walk of shame.
Now I’ll need to explain to Doddy why his Loftsails 5.6 Racing Blade has dimples in the window looking remarkably like my face. Yeeeha!

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Coodanup, WA, AU