Second race we did not finish last, but only because Paul and Wayne went past the layline by a mile on the second beat (the wind had turned slightly and I think they did not notice or something).
Both paul and I were taking the good wind we had found as far we could take it as any other boat near the mark was becalmed, trouble was the mark boats suddenly all powered up and guess what, we were now without wind, such was the day.
Throughout the day though the good sailors still found themselves at or near the front so there must be a sort of method in dealing with shifty winds. For all the wind troubles I still enjoyed the day as there were enough cats about to always have your own private race.
