A Cautionary Tale....

So, there I was, enjoying a great weekend at the sailing club, at our annual Camp and Sail weekend. The open day attracted quite a few visitors, despite clashing with a couple of minor sporting events (!), and I think I may have recruited a couple of new Ladies for the fleet.

Saturday night was the social evening, complete with live band, hog roast and fireworks over the lake (and the rain just about held off until afterwards). Excellent food, company, and of course wine. It's lovely when we don't have to drive home!

Sunday dawned, bringing clouds and rather adverse conditions for sailing: force 5-6: not exactly ideal, and the only people on the water were the daredevil Uni students, who seem to like swimming that much. We thought we would hang around until after lunch to see if it eased at all, and that's where I had, ahem, a bit of bother.

Phil had been into the nearest village to buy lunch, and come back with chocolate doughnuts. You know: the sort that if you bite into them, they can, erm, leak somewhat?? Yes, you know the sort. Hmm, now try adding that little spillage of gooey chocolate sauce to a woman (who can be a messy eater at the best of times), facing into the wind, which was at that point blowing at around 30mph.

Result: 'spread factor', oh, about 10/10! T-shirt, neck, face, hair! Jackson Pollock eat your heart out!!