Summer SailingChapter 12
DAY 11 “Hello sleepy heads. How’s the Greek God? We have a race to win. The honour of Aristotle Travel is at stake.” Oh dear, the ‘Greek God’ term had stuck. I was going to have to live with it, I could tell. But what was this about a race? All the skippers were to meet at 11am, I had ten minutes to wash, dress, drink a coffee, and row over to Shag. “Hi Chris, okay, all here? This is an optional event, and we all have to do it.” Craig smiled. “No, not really. It’s just for fun. You’ll...