No wonder men spend millions on yachts when they look like this!
There is a seductive beauty in the sweeping lines that cut through the water, the huge towering sails. Add speed and danger – no guard rails on these yachts – and that beauty moves from seduction to intoxication.
The crew’s heads just visible give a sense of the scale of these vessels. And even though today was not particularly windy (a miserly F2 – 3) the J-class yachts streak through the water. No sound as they approach, at first far off, then suddenly they arrive, tear past and are gone. Thoroughbreds indeed!
The Solent with the Isle of Wight in the background (plus the inevitable groupie boats…).
The massive sail snugs the deck – no escaping wind.
Forty crew. Watch your step, if you slip you swim. We don’t turn around.
And when the race is done the yacht cruises back to port, serenely.
Down with the mainsail. Home. A good day’s sailing.
Now I just need to become a multi-millionaire, so I can have one….