Do you ever wonder about where your subconscious gets its ideas from? I know I do. Last night my dreams centred on trysails. It wasn’t just one brief flash, it went on until morning finally banished the images. I woke at first light as usual and opted for an extra half-hour in Noddyland, but as soon as I dozed off, yet another trysail demanded instant attention. I gave up, grabbed the slippers and made myself a large mug of tea.
Trysails come in all sorts of shapes, sizes and packages. Some are the devil to deploy, others wonderfully easy. You’d think, wouldn’t
