Life's a bit like that, full of shy kites. You get shy kites in your life when you sail a bit too close to the wind. I didn't think I could sail as close to the wind as I have done this year but I did, and I survived ------ just.
This is a photograph from a sail I had last year. We are carrying, or 'lugging a shy kite,' funny expression. It was so shy it was back winding at times so I put the jib up with the intention of bringing the spinnaker down, but I was able to hang on in there and carry this big expanse of sail until I got to the next channel mark. Then we eased away downwind with the big kite pulling like a team of horses.
The blur in the top left hand of the photo is the skippers finger on part of the camera lens - stupid old coot, can't take him anywhere these days without him stuffing things up.
Sailing close to the wind with a shy kite, what with one thing or another I have been doing a lot of that lately - time now for winds that are a lot fairer - easier on the gear, easier on the body, easier on the mind, easier on the heart.