Eventually. I have some photos but am a bit busy right now.

It was a brilliant weekend though. Each day we went out in a fairly pathetic breeze and every time it filled in for the race. On Saturday afternoon we had a 180 degree shift before our start as the wind strengthened to 15 knots or more. 17 spinnakered cats doing a downwind start? Insane. Yet no-one got holed!. Then they recalled us and made us do it over again!

Finished on Monday with a race stacked with great downwind blasts. What a weekend! Sore arms and shoulders all round (and one poor F18 skipper in particular with shredded hands).