The REGATTA: Part I

      We’re about to register to sail in our first regatta this evening.  It is the annual William Thornton’s (Willy T’s) Virgin Cup Race whose course lies largely in the Sir Francis Drake Channel in the BVI.  Well, the route is totally within the channel, but it is a short route as regattas go and just our speed. One rule stipulates that a woman must be at the helm for the duration, although not necessarily a certified virgin- although there has been a bit of jesting about that among the contenders we know.  I am that woman.
        We only decided to join in the fun a few days ago after our young German friends said they were going to compete for last place.  We could hardly pass up a challenge like that, now, could we? 
       Jorn and Dianna “sold up & sailed away last spring” and they’ve kept Dan company at Nanny Cay while I was gone recently.  They encouraged us to enter the regatta, but the moment we committed, Jorn sternly said to his wife, “Come, Dianna.  We must not talk to them anymore.  They will want to learn our sailing secrets.”  So we invited them over for cocktails that very evening, hoping to employ the Colonel Hogan method of getting good old Colonel Klink to talk.   I’ll let you know if it worked after the regatta runs its course tomorrow.

       Stayed tuned for the REGATTA: Part II.