As my little guy ran in both races, he ended up with two entries so the odds of him winning one of the 30 entries was pretty good. And so back in June and a few days after the event, Alfie heard the news that he had won a sailing lesson.
He had to wait until September for his big day of sailing but I told him that was a good thing because then it would be Spring and the weather would have warmed for a beautiful day on the water.
Wrong! On the day it was cold, raining and miserable. Alfie didn’t want to go. But it’s not good to let an opportunity slip by so I told him how much he’d enjoy it, (having never sailed myself), despite the weather.
There was some confusion (just with me) about what time we were supposed to be there. The night before I asked another mother what time it started and she said 10.30am but in the morning I found an email telling me we had to be there at 10am. But at 9.30 I found an earlier email saying we had to be there at 9.30 and so it was a mad scramble into the car to get to the sailing school.
I told Alfie to put on his wetsuit but being oppositional he said, ‘Don’t want to’. I packed it anyway and when we arrived the first thing he noticed (apart from us being the last to arrive) is that everyone else was wearing a wetsuit. ‘I’ll wear that wetsuit, mum’, he said.
After getting him changed he was ready to be put into a pair to sail in a boat. Unfortunately, with all the wetsuit mucking about, all the boys were in pairs and Alfie was the odd man out. He had to be paired with, horror, a girl, and I don’t think she was too pleased to be his partner.
After a few salient points on the sand, they took their boats out onto the water and off they went. Right out to sea with no clue how to turn around and head back the shore. Bye, bye.
Fortunately, the sailing club provided a towing service for those in strife and that towing service was flat out the entire morning. One boat came too close to the piers of the swimming pool and had to be towed away before there was a crash and Alfie’s boat went out to sea and while they were going in one direction they were absolutely fine. The issues arose when they thought they might like to head back to the shore but, exactly what were those instructions about turning the boat around?
And as for Alfie’s partner, she complained mightily. She didn’t like her sailing experience and had an impressive tantrum. I think it was over steering the boat. Alfie thought he needed more practise at steering and she felt she needed to be in charge so also wanted her hands on the steering tool. They were not a good team.
Yet again the very busy tow-boat service had to go out on another rescue mission. They brought Alfie and his partner back to shore and Alfie, who had said he didn’t want to go sailing, came out of his boat announcing sailing was so fantastic and so much fun, he wanted to attend the sailing school’s holiday program where you can attend for a day or a week. I’m thinking Alfie might like to go for a week.
Information on the sailing school’s holiday program is on their website.
Balmoral Sailing Club: Balmoral Park, The Esplanade, Mosman NSW 2088
Ph: 02 9960 5344