As the race neared its end, I moved from the jetty to the finish line.
I looked along the riverbank and spotted someone enjoying a different version of the river life. One which predates the arrival of sail on the Swan.
Looking down, I was struck by the water’s edge which changed with every small wave break.
Looking up I was able to capture the moment of victory. Just before I jumped out of my skin as the finish horn “BLAAAPPPED” behind me.
As the fleet passed through the finish line, they prepared to leave the water and wash down their boats, prior to the post-race boastings.
They will be back again next week, weather permitting, and they will do it all again.