Having completed my cycling leg in the London triathlon (20km in 44mins incidentally), I rushed down to the coast hoping to get an evening sail in. Only I ran out of diesel on the way down. Two miles from the petrol station. The breakdown man was a little shocked when I told him I'd misjudged it traveling some 50 miles after the light went on...
Anyway, Sunday morning was awesome. In the water at 7.30, the wind just got stronger and stronger all morning. Besides a quick break for a bacon sandwich at 9ish, I was in the sea till 11.30. First time I've been on the FSW87 for some time and I made more tacks than I missed which shows the practice is starting to pay off. I also made a fully planing gybe so same there! Eventually, I realised I was already an hour late for a friends BBQ so I had to leave... Gutting.