I've always been a bit of a giggler. If you are a fellow giggler, you will understand that all you need to do is look at someone to start. I remember being sent to stand in the corridor for the duration of a French lesson for giggling. Last night at the end of a long weekend's course we got the giggles.
This weekend, we had a full course schedule with downwind sailing, gybing, presentations, single handers and leading sessions. As I collected the boys from school I set my mind to the week ahead. Look, shouted Freddie. It's snowing. Seriously? In that case I'm having a second glass of wine.
I decided the best policy in this scenario was to ignore the weather forecast, layer up, take a deep breath and get on with it. Tom was away, so we had 3 abreast in a Vision practicing Gybing in a range of gusts. Matt and I have become fairly attuned with each other in the boat, we can read each other and generally balance each other out. Apart from the odd cry of "Come on, be brave Jane" we generally bob along. The introduction of Phil in the boat and with one of us at all times having to sit in the Instructor Position, our equilibrium was broken. I fear Phil may have been surprised by my relentless commands of "Get in, No, out, out, out". Matt poked his head through the falls and as ever, giggled.
Our second day, was in the single handers. We had a mix or Hartleys, Picos and Teras. I sailed Barts Bash in a Tera and spend the majority of weekends rigging them for my sons so I was particularly looking forward to this. I was hoping to bide my time, happily taking the Hartley and waiting for my moment of glory.
My time came, Matt's coming alongside session involved me taking the Tera. I stepped in, it did seem smaller than I had hoped. Where to put myself? Sitting on the side is the best position, however this did cause the boat to tip so I opted for the kneeling in the middle option. The boat had water in the bottom so I immediately soaked my legs and felt the cold water seep through my wetsuit to my legs. Deep breath. Time to tack. Woah. The boom knocked my bobble hat off at the same time I entangled the main sheet round the tiller and pulled the tiller extension off. I whistled for help every revolution as I did a multitude of 360's lying in the wet boat. I was out of ear shot, so I had to deal with this myself.
The day ended with knots. Bowlines, clove hitches, round turn and two half hitches. Could we do a rolling hitch? We were tired. We sat crossed legged on the floor with a rope rigged under the whiteboard to do this. I caught sight of Matt, a smirk. The smirk grew into uncontrollable giggles. We were done.