Another lovely afternoon of northerlies to be shared with the coolest cats in Sandstone. Great to see Rocket Ron back it up from yesterday to make it his first full weekend of windsurfing in over a decade and also to see my old boss and work colleague POB make a surprise visit after a number of months off the water. We were also blessed with the appearance of Pete after his defection to the southside and enjoyed every bit of the sandbar hitting, boom bending entertainment he offered. Just think Pete, if you buy an expensive enough replacement boom it may even get you some more pension now. A bunch of the other regulars (Tony/Brad/Brent/Adam/Wade/Darren/Jeff/Denis/myself/Shawn the kiter) also showed up for a bit of Sunday afternoon delight so we had a dozen of us sailing which is fantastic and equals our all time best turnout of 12 sailors over at Pebble Beach a month or so back.
The flat water on the inside of the sandbar was copping a caning from everyone trying to get good numbers on their GPS devices. Plenty of wind, but as usual at Turner's there were also a few holes so the trick was to rig big and deal with the bomb gusts as they happen. I buggered up and used a 6.1, it was great for about 70% of the time and was still a handful in the gusts, but as usual I wish I'd copied Adam and rigged a 7. Anyhow, hopefully the southerlies will swing back in tomorrow and it'll be back over to Pebble Beach on Tuesday, except if it howls from the north on the high tide tomorrow and I hit Phillip Street tomorrow instead.

Thanks for an excellent weekend of sailing and good company gentlemen.