Sailing Class
The new season is upon us so it is time to prepare for the upcoming regattas at the sailing club.
This year it is time to take proper classes so that at least we know how to act and talk like sailors.
Part of our usual gang of cutthroats decided to abscond to the big city this weekend to scout out the booty in the Abu Dhabi malls.
Wonders to be behold.
Inspired by Pirates of the Caribbean, we signed up to the mast with Captain “Black” Barbara to learn the intricacies of the Art of the Ancient Mariner.
Soon we were avasting and ahoying, and well versed in the art of tying the Figure 8 and Bowline. Then it was on to the sheet, the forestay, the block, until we could walk with bowed legs and rolling gait to the boat.
Soon we were tossed on the tempest of the sea as we tacked and jibbed our way through the maze of the khor,
and strange floating objects.
Then we could safely come ashore and enjoy the sea breeze as the class ended.
Then off to find some grub and grog at the local pub,
Charm the wenches,
While defending the fort.
Weekend done.
This year it is time to take proper classes so that at least we know how to act and talk like sailors.
Part of our usual gang of cutthroats decided to abscond to the big city this weekend to scout out the booty in the Abu Dhabi malls.
Wonders to be behold.
Inspired by Pirates of the Caribbean, we signed up to the mast with Captain “Black” Barbara to learn the intricacies of the Art of the Ancient Mariner.
Soon we were avasting and ahoying, and well versed in the art of tying the Figure 8 and Bowline. Then it was on to the sheet, the forestay, the block, until we could walk with bowed legs and rolling gait to the boat.
Soon we were tossed on the tempest of the sea as we tacked and jibbed our way through the maze of the khor,
and strange floating objects.
Then we could safely come ashore and enjoy the sea breeze as the class ended.
Then off to find some grub and grog at the local pub,
Charm the wenches,
While defending the fort.
Weekend done.
posted by Sand Land Dad at 19:04
4 Comments:
The water looks awfully calm for sailing. You need a good stiff Great Lakes breeze and a few white caps!
Hmmm...never been sailing before...
You would love this book your sister got me recently - folklore about the sea. I'm jealous though you get to go sailing. If Michael could get a job in webdesign there I'd move to those blue seas :)
I still bet I can tie more kinds of knots then you though (saddly or amusingly I practice with some sail line I have in the living room) I'm learning to weave net too.
You need to try that on lake Huron this time of year. On second thought, maybe not without a wet suit.
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