The blowy day

Gusts touching 50mph I reckon. High up in my eyrie I could hear a mighty flapping from a boat in the harbour. Young MM’s boat. I was worried about him – he’s taken the plunge and bought a boat with very experience. Tied up on the pontoon, I’d seen his lines sprawled across the walkway. And on his mooring his fenders weren’t shipped aboard but were left dangling. Minor points maybe, but then it became apparent that his is the only boat where the sails weren't secured properly either. 

Early evening, when the wind had dropped a bit WW, myself and young K got over there and got his shredded foresail hauled down and managed to stow his main away. He’d said he was on his way down hours earlier but there was still no sign of him.
An expensive lesson for the poor lad.