Tales of the Power of Lists, wallabies & remembering the soap,Part 1


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On the whole I find making lists to be an essential part of life.  Now I’m not saying I stick to these lists all the time, I like to think them more as guidance more than anything but the best lists have the most ticks & tend to be a little bit on the organic, go with flow type.  There should always be at least one in tandem, the first being

1: ‘remember to write list’,

2: ‘remember to use list’

3: ‘Remember to take list with you’

My current list is going to get us to National Laser Championships in Weymouth, in 2 days time… Currently still on No 1 which is I think pushing it slightly. I do have a nifty trick up my sleeve though, or rather a book. Every time we go away to an event, all the planning, postcodes, gate access numbers, things to take etc lists on lists, go in this book & after the event, all the ‘should’ve done’ go in there too, which is getting smaller.  The idea being we can learn from each trip & eventually all things will be perfect which is why I’m currently flapping about, not knowing what I’m doing!!

Obviously some things never get forgotten…

I’ve also been trying to sort out a grocery delivery – who knew you could get Sainsbury’s & Tesco & the like to not only deliver to your caravan whilst you’re away but even to your tent! My good friend (& sailing Mum extraordinaire) let in me on that particular tip! Saves room in what is always a highly packed car, you don’t have to juggle bananas & milk, which lets face it, smells awful once its ground into upholstery.

Lists sorted, packing going well, missed the cutoff time for Sainsbury’s, so now minus half the food, which wasn’t in the plan… no time or space now – soldier on – they have supermarkets in Weymouth. Not panicking… Not yet..

Pack car, check lists, counter lists & sub lists, remember to pack The Book, remember the soap. I don’t know about you but it’s the one thing I consistently forget, both to pack & then bring home, don’t know why this happens, well I do, I forget, obviously! Need to devise some sort of soap reminder – expand the ‘Soap on a Remembering Rope’ or something, but this time remembered. Phew.

Leave – late. On our way – remembered everything left to remember – even the boat, always a bonus, get to Congleton a mere 9ish miles & grind to a holt…

Traffic…

Sometimes being in ‘Traffic’ is alright. You get to nosy at the view, people’s houses, gardens, shops, sometimes fields & general lovely scenery & that’s fine I would say for about 5-10 minutes (although 10 minutes if pushing anyone’s tolerance) & then you start to wonder as to why you’re not moving, thinking about the road ahead & if you’re familiar, what could possibly causing this grid lock & why now. More minutes pass, you move a few feet, forced to let someone in or out a turning, not wanting the cars behind to think you’re a meany. More minutes, WHAT’S GOING ON!!!! Open wine gums.

At this point (2.5 minutes later) the map gets requested, ‘lets turn round!’ (whilst towing a boat..?.) ‘is there another way?!’, ‘we could go that way!’ WHAT’S GOING ON!! Er don’t know, lets just wait a few minutes. More wine gums, some sort of pensive calm resumes, move a few feet. Repeat.

An hour later, a broken down car & random road works behind us, & finally on the M6 & it’s moving! Thank flip for that!!!

And then a mixture of road works, the M5, ‘Are we there yet?’, quick break at Michaelwood Services, wine gums, Bristol & traffic, dropping off boat, for the next 7 hours, made all the more wonderful by still broken aircon, which combined with glorious, glorious sunshine, making the car more saunamobile than automobile…

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Although one good thing of being is slow moving or stationary ‘Traffic’, you can open the windows wide & gets some breeze without your ears exploding, it is the small things.

Miss registration at Weymouth by an hour & a half…

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Sweat our way to caravan… Stop…Stop… Brew. A brew with a view… relax….

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View with a Brew

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And then after a not so good night sleep (this is apparently due to our Primal Flight Instinct or so I read somewhere – first night somewhere new your brain switches it on… Wish it wouldn’t..) & a fab English breakfast, back to the fabulous Weymouth & Portland National Sailing Academy or WPNSA for short. Home of the British Sailing Team & where the London Olympics 2012 Sailing event took place!

We’ve been here quite a lot since January mostly for training & the odd Qualifier event. It does feel very familiar now.  Given we gauge how good a place is by the facilities & food – is up near the top, which is convenient.

Unpack boat, & help rig, have the usual grizzly arguments, walk away, go get a brew, register.

Events like this one are sponsored by relevant companies from chandlerys, to insurance companies & sometimes you get a little free something or sometimes you get a lot. In this case the free something was a free zip folder – with a sticker…. Even the registration staff tried to get excited, they tried very hard… Oh well, somewhere dry & zipped to put race details. And it’s got a sticker on.

Briefing.

Perfect sailing conditions, bit of cloud cover & they’re ready for launch.

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Getting ready to launch

The very first national event we went to was at Weymouth. It was very cold, windy & the first time racing out on the sea & from my perspective utterly terrifying.  I did sob quite a large amount when he first launched on the sea, best not to dwell on the thoughts whirling around my head, the potential catastrophes. I don’t even blink now!

So that’s enough I think for Part 1, onwards with the rest of the adventure & the wallabies of course!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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