HANDS THAT DO DISHES…

…Should probably be protected with sailing gloves when sailing.

Below the fold is a pic of my shredded hands – the result of one day’s racing on Lough Ree. I should have known better. Since this, life has been pretty busy, and I haven’t really had time for sailing. I’ve been buried in work, taking on the family business, and writing too.

A summer without sailing and pure work meant my hands were soft as silk, and not ready for ropework. The result – typically nasty burns, much screaming in the shower after sailing when the shampoo hit them, and two days now with curled, painful, cracking openings on my fingers.

A friend’s dad came into the factory looking for embroidery last week, and we got chatting about the recent SB3 World Championships, for which I was writing the press releases and providing commentary and podcasts on Afloat magazine’s website.

He mentioned the Lough Ree event, and left with his embroidery but also two crew for the trip to Lough Ree. Thanks, Roger. Great weekend. And the highlight? MORE ASLAAANNNNN.