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Ah, the crew of Hustler 5. No doubt up to some splendid hustling. From right to left we have Sarah (mate), Ruth (mate) and Rachel (bilge - er, sorry, crew).
Er, has Tore possibly confused the words 'boat' and 'horse'? Richard and Rob look on with concern.
Hey Andy, how's it going? Lookin' sharp, dude. Yeah. Word. Street. In the house. etc.
Ruth and Rachel relax on the raft we constructed at lunchtime on Barton. Now, is that... could it be? chocolate? ..that Rachel's eating? The ducks look on with envy.
Two of the boats either up near the Gay Staithe end of Barton or somewhere on Heigham Sound. Pretty sure it's Barton.
Dave demonstrates his techno-ropa-jiggery © skills.
What's this? It looks as though the mates have instigated a rebellion! Horrors! How will the skippers ever live down the humiliation that will doubtless weigh upon them after all of Norfolk sees them put to shame by the sailing perfection that is the mates of Kestrels B?
They don't look that concerned, really.
As punishment for their crimes, the mates of Hustler 5 are forced to do the washing up. Women! Know your place!
Here's the fleet moored neatly up at Irstead for the evening.
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