Updated: Aug 2
It's 2021... the sun is shining,... it's warm... the wind is a consistent F3. It's not gusty, it's not shifty,... the water is chuckling against the lands as you hold the perfect beam reach (insert your favourite 'angle' here). There's a chilled bottle of your favourite beverage hanging off the transom and the hamper is tied securely containing the lovely picnic food that awaits.
You pass a boat, you congratulate yourself on your helming just as a boat passes you... no matter, it's not race.
See you next year!