Tuesday, 29 January 2008

Little Wing

Well, she's walking through the clouds,
With a circus mind that's running wild,
Butterflies and Zebras,
And Moonbeams and fairy tales.
That's all she ever thinks about.
Riding with the wind.

When I'm sad, she comes to me,
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free.
It's alright, she says it's alright,
Take anything you want from me,
Fly on little wing

With nearly 100 miles on the clock in 3 days this has been a great weeks training. Yesterday was awesome with 15-18 knots and a bumpy sea as soon as you cleared the point. Something drives me offshore these days, I love being a long way from land, maybe I'm in the wrong boat do you think? But whilst I have this one I so enjoyed yesterday. The sand was so hot you couldn't walk on it and the sea so blue you could see the bottom way out. If I had to choose between racing and just cruising around I'd choose the later each and every time. Why? Well out there on your own, on the wing you become the poem and its impossible not to openly laugh with glee at the gift you've been given, that you can do it well, and that you have discovered your own single piece of magic.

After about 2 hours training I spied Carnac Island and it was calling me to go round it, with that slightly scared feeling I lined the boat up..but it's 10 klicks south west of Fremantle and a bit of a hike back at the end of a training session. If the conditions are right I'll sail there tomorrow.

A few people have asked why there was a smudge on one of the boat pictures. Sorry to disappoint you guys, there is no AC style secrecy here, to prove it I attach a pic taken by John, sorry its of me again.

At seven O'clock this morning I was at the factory learning how to service the rudder control mechanism.... Urghh!



john.h said...

nice tan!

Anonymous said...

I don't care about the supposed secret control mechanism in the cockpit - I want to know more about the boltrope sail. A step back in time? I seem to remember you poms had a hard time "letting go" of the boltropes a few years back. It appears you never did.


Anonymous said...

Simon - this is your Mother speaking -

Where did you learn to write so eloquently?

Dare I believe that all the money we spent on your education wasn't entirely wasted?

Love Mum xxx

Tom said...

Pretty funny kind of boltrope that Les.

Apparently its one of these new fangled ones with a pocket luff..

Doug Culnane said...

Dude it is not a poem it is Hendrix. He rocks: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NT86jjGz60k

payne blade said...

Dad is it true that all the Australian girls are Babes? My friend from Perth says they are.

payne blade said...

Dad what are you wearing on you head?

Simon Payne said...


You are 9 years old!
You shouldnt be thinking about that at your age but to answer your question, yes they are.

love Dad x