Sunlight on Hosta

Today was planned out to meet parents of one of our GCSE sailing candidates. Sickness, unfortunately, put paid to this so N decided to teach some theory and coaching on roll-tacks. This entailed a dry-run - attempting to get up from the floor (bottom of boat) onto your feet as N simultaneously, and at speed, swings a small table (boom)over your head. Ow!
On the water this technique means that, despite slight concussion, you don't lose speed as you turn into the wind on a tack and it is something I have never before mastered. This is because it is uncomfortably like throwing oneself deliberately off a cliff. Basically, you wait on the side of the boat until the sail and boom whips over your head and you are tipped backwards. At this point you engage any core muscles you can find, smartly stand up through the gap left between the boom and the hull, twist and pull your bum around and hitch it up on the other, uppermost, side; your transferred weight thus righting the boat. This wafts the sail in an arc and creates apparent wind which speeds you on.
On the other hand, mis-timing means the boat continues to heel over and you are tipped backwards into the water. 
However, with the breeze being gentle I was getting about a 50% semblance of success. Racing gave another opportunity to practice and K and I finished together.
Then there was packing up boats with N  and afterwards he thought we should look for toadstools - which might be of interest to the LDNP Bassenthwaite planners. Working with him is always like being bathed in infectious sunlight, with happiness as bright as the leaves of these hostas.