There were 4 of us: Dave, Trevor, Gary and me, on a very still day. The weather forecast had been for a sunny day but had changed its mind at the last moment.
We motored across almost to the other side of the lake and somehow managed to sail back almost to Crans while all on board thought we were still heading for the French side. Maybe this is a reflection of how soporific it all became.
We still had a good time and got back to Port shortly after 4 to sort the boat and have a beer.
Greatest excitement was when Mark tried to turn the boat around so that Trevor could get on easily. Manoeuvre would have gone perfectly if I hadn’t forgotten to untie the rope to the mooring buoy. I was wondering why the boat behaved so strangely and managed to drag the buoy about a metre out of position. Oops!
