Some things don’t change - the morning after a leaving day still comes with a hangover.
In a fit of optimism I’d signed up as lesson coordinator for Saturday sailing lessons at the club. This means getting down there at 9:15am and I woke with a thick head, threw on some clothes and pedaled down at a speed only made possible by the fact that no-one else was foolish enough to be awake and on the road.
A few students were waiting, looking impossibly chipper, and we got the boats in the water and sent the first set out. In the meantime I guzzled water, showed people around and helped with docking and unloading. It’s a stressful morning, with a lot of fun thrown in. One senior skipper showed up and gave live capsize practice from the dock for about ten students while they waited, and I sneaked in a lesson at the end of the session.
There’s always a surfeit of students at first. All the skippers are volunteers and it takes a lot to get out of bed at an ungodly hour and teach for free. We got enough to get things moving and then more showed up and the day finished with no-one having missed a lesson – just the way we like it. I even felt human enough to partake of the end of lesson BBQ.
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