HARBOURING DOUBTS By Carolanne Clement “... pressure coming... ferry closing fast... tack!... lift!... Etchells... tack!... gust!... knock... Optimists... tack!... ferry… boat below is calling water... tack!... gust... where is Bradley Head safe water mark?... STARBOARD!... ferry... tack!... more pressure... KNOCK... tack!... ferry... tack! TACK!... watch this idiot windsurfer across our bow!... tack!... that was a first finish gun – that surely can’t be for us?”
I once declared, “Thank goodness I’ll never find myself racing on Sydney Harbour”. I’d just watched the start of yet another Sydney to Hobart race and my head was spinning at the sight of the white-water washing machine that had resulted from a mass of both competitors and spectator vessels.
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