Well it was a good job we stopped at the planned 9 races. Just as we were packing away the rain started – and it was a quite a deluge by the time I was at the car.

And those 9 races?… It was about the swirliest, twirliest wind I can remember. It was all over the place, light, gusts, upwards, downwards – sometimes it seemed the jib was experiencing a completely different direction to the main, let alone a boat a few feet away. But being the stoics we are, we set a course (well several) hoping that at least some of the legs, some of the time gave us some beats. We had to allow a little bit of discretion at some of the roundings – simply not possible to determine faults – but we mustn’t get too lax – and out of practice at obeying the rules of racing.