After yesterday I was seriously cursing myself for leaving Florida, we should have stayed there.

We went out for our first club race. Temperature - both air and water - was 8°C, but with the wind out of the north, it felt even colder. After half an hour and after hanging in the water with a dry suit that wasn't as dry as it ought to be, I quit.

Gill took the jib off and continued on his own. He felt fine for the first time out solo. But no real results. He came back to the course in the middle of the first race and the second race was cancelled due to the fact that almost every boat on the field was capsized. What a weekend!