wayfarers

Many many years ago now I used to do a lot of dinghy sailing. I learnt to sail over in North London when I was about 14 or so. It was one of those things my dad signed us up for during an Easter or Summer holiday. I didn’t want to go. Typical teenager home from boarding school the idea of getting up early every morning for a week to go on a course was not my idea of fun – by by the second day I was smitten. I loved it.

We learnt on Wayfarers Рvery stable dinghies.  Very good teachers. Yep I was definitely hooked!

I moved on from reservoirs to the sea in Scotland (Tighnabruaich) Рstaying at the Youth Hostel there Рwith a crazy Glasweigan friend who tried windsurfing! Рand my dad; and next holiday was back to North London for some advance training  and from there I headed to the Greek islands. A wayfarers fortnight in paradise.

Because Wayfarers are stable you can easily go off exploring in the Aegean.We always sailed as a flotilla and I remember having fab days out in different locations Рvisiting some inaccessible (by foot) caves, and a long day trip to the tip of the island and stopping off for lunch.  But dinghy sailing is not like yachting Рyou get to sleep on land every night, and visit tavernas.

It seems a lifetime ago

Today the word wayfarer carries a different meaning for me.
Wayfarer- pilgrim- sojourner – traveller on the Way.

 

 

 

 

The lovely thing about dinghy sailing holidays is that you sleep on land – and eat in Taveras, but

Woke up this morning thinking about wayfaring. The pilgrim kind.

 

 

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