Sail away

The forecast for a strong southeaster didn't materialise today, and not even a wisp of cloud draped itself over the peaks of the mountains. There may have been places in the Peninsula where the leaves rustled, but not here under the lighthouse. It's dependent on exactly what angle the wind is blowing at whether it affects us or not. But a few hundred metres out to sea it was blowing in full force, judging by the yachts that I glimpsed sailing by.
The first was a very small yacht, perhaps not something you would wish to cross an ocean in, but I have no doubt the people on board were enjoying a pleasant day's sailing.

The next yacht was a different kettle of fish (or cut of its jib) as it hove into view almost on its side! The wind had picked up by then and developed a little chop and a number of crew members were doing duty providing counter weight on the windward side. Suddenly it yawed and I thought it was going to ship water, but all ended well and the helmsman corrected the course. It disappeared in no time and I reflected that they were probably enjoying the ride because of the conditions, rather than in spite of.