How not to get your sheets in a twist.

We emerged from Dunure feeling refreshed and ready to face the afternoon.

A cracking breeze awaited us but David and I fell a bit behind as he had gybed the sail round the mast when he pulled the kayak up at Dunure and now his sheet was wrapped round the mast causing his sail to flap uselessly.

Phil and Mike paddled like demons and with the wind in their sails, they...

...disappeared over the horizon leaving David (with his sheets now untwisted),...
 

...Jim and I in their wakes.