The boys were sailing at Lymington today, and I've been making the most of the great weather on my bike. Lovely colour all around and rather windy, so I stopped to admire myself.
Lewis commented on the downwind leg earlier from Hurst Castle to Tanners Lane marks on the Solent with the tide flooding, eight minutes of rip roaring fun. As you hold onto the sheets surfing along, not knowing if you are going to pitchpole can be both exhilarating and a bit nerve wracking. A bit like the black run at Brechfa on a mountain bike...
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