We’re on the scoreboard!

The first race went as per tradition — we reached the top mark, the wind disappeared, and we performed several elegant pirouettes before conceding defeat. After multiple failed attempts to round the mark (and watching everyone else sail off into the sunset), we gracefully retired.

Then the wind picked up… and so did a thunderstorm.

In Race 2, things finally clicked. Paul managed to hang on to the second group — mostly Lasers and a feisty Lightning — and we actually finished the race! No capsizes, no dramas, and best of all… we took the bell

We all moored up as the edge of the thunderstorm hit - boats and thunderstorms don't mix.

Then we continued our success in the third race of the day, taking the bell and not coming in last ( ok we came in second to last the other boat having capsized and recovered)

A great day out in the end — soggy, surprising, and strangely satisfying.