A glorious day at the club on Sunday morning for Father's Day.
The children kindly cooked the Fathers a gourmet breakfast. Then they rigged their boats without any help, set up the ducks, loaded escort with the course markers and untangled the anchor ropes*.
Reluctantly they finally agreed to stop doing all the work, and to have some time for themselves, climbing into their boats and going for a sail.
Max Nearn opened the season with a pair of bullets in the Sabots.
The Cherub fleet decided it was too light for skiffs and opted for PJs. As did some of the kids too young for Sabots.
Lots of laughter and good times.