Four

Interview with PJ after spectacular capsize

Can you tell me what happened Pete?

%!#$*&.. Hollowell.. %!#$*&.. wind.. %!#$*&.. whirled like.. %!#$*&.. came.. %!#$*&.. nowhere.. %!#$*&.. head over.. %!#$*&.. cold as.. %!#$*&.. mast stuck in.. %!#$*&.. mud. If.. %!#$*&.. Elder.. %!#$*& posts this I'll.. %!#$*&.. kill 'em.'

In the e-news this week the 'wee nips' having a wee rest. Is this a new form of model racing, lands yachts, perhaps? May I suggest you put them on roller skates or something they clearly can't cope! They are all obviously very tired!!

" I am sure I've got a sponge in here somewhere"

At The End of the Day....

It's not the lack of wind that matters. It's the noise of children's laughter that echo's across the still water as they try – again and again – to see how many can pile onto a paddleboard before it sinks.

The wind - ha, what wind? – sends you round in circles. Sometimes ten minutes pass before you slowly, very slowly made your hot weary way to the next mark. Does it matter we have just taken part in the worlds slowest ever race?

No, it comes together when you are all sitting outside at the picnic tables, with a beer in your hand and some nice company and you moan about the Hollowell wind. Huh, what wind!

You do however, have a few moments of silence as you look across the evening, summer calm of our water and think - there is at the end day - not many better places to be becalmed.