There I was,” begins the club bore taking a stiff slug from his gin, “doing 10kts in through the Needles Channel…”
I’m sure that, like me, you’d be too kind to burst his bubble as he goes on to describe further wonders performed by his 35ft (10.7m) modern sloop, but listening does get tedious when you could be putting the time to greater profit by discussing the price of beer. The problem, of course, is the chap’s reliance on GPS, delivering as it does the aggregate of boat speed, tide, current and any additional additives from short-range surfing. Unless you’re
