A shot in the dark

It sounded just daft enough that it might be fun when someone suggested we meet for a midnight sail on the night of the summer solstice. Blame it on the Druids perhaps but four dinghies launched with torches taped to their boats and crew and sailed around two marks between the club and the Friarton Bridge. It was not a proper race but everyone was trying to get there before the others did and there was just enough wind for three circuits before the tide turned. At that point, the breeze vanished too so we all came ashore, put our boats to bed and sat and enjoyed a refreshment in the clubhouse till late.