Greg has spent the day making and painting his model of a wartime truck, and Miranda has been pottering around in the garden planting things.Lewis and I have been sailing at Calshot, where there's been a Kestrel Open meeting. It was peachey when we arrived with glorious blue slies and fair wind, but by the time we got on the water it was rather more ominous.
Black clouds and fierce gusty wind moved in and we had an exciting time. In truth I was more concerned that my hip would give way again, but we had the ride of our life. There is nothing like a good white knuckle ride, and as Lewis said later in the day as I shivered on the shore "that was good - best sail of the year!" We finished second place in both races, so there's life in the old dog yet (and the young dog too)
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