I didn’t make it onto the water on Saturday, however the boat did hit the water for the first time on Sunday.
Whilst I wish I could shout from the rooftops that she foiled and everything was fine and dandy, I can’t. The extremely low tide, not only managed to stop me form actually sailing more than 40m in one go, it also managed to cause extensive damage to my main foil.
Thanks to the trusty stainless steel plates in the T-join, the foil was still in one piece, but not at the angle that the builder intended. Last night was spent with the grinder, removing the carbon around the T-join ready for re-lamination tonight.
Someone upstairs REALLY doesn’t want me to do this whole foiling caper…


November 28th, 2007 at 1:38 am
D’oh!
You’ve got to have killed a Chinaman, while walking under a ladder with a broken mirror Bruce!! There is just no other way for you to have had so much bad luck!
If I see Murphy around here somewhere I’ll deliver a swift kick to the lollybags for you