Not a good sleep, very disturbed by sinuses full of gunge and seawater, lots of snuffling. So not very on the case this morning.
Slightly less wind, went with a 105 Sumo and 5.7, rigged slightly baggy because it was originally intended for Juan. Might have been a mistake… The wind was fairly up and down, but the sail was pretty powerful, my arms are starting to stretch!
Attempted a bunch of duck gybes - one came off fantastically, planing out smooth as silk on the flatter water heading towards the beach. Another wasn't bad, the others failed for various reasons. Juan helped me flatten the sail off a bit, but I was knackered by then and the feel changed totally. Somehow I never really got on with it, even having trouble getting it out of the water to waterstart. Stopped for lunch pretty tired.
Lunch was very relaxed, baguettes with salami, cheese and tomatoes and cold pasta with tomatoes. Lovely. No wine, but that didn't stop me falling asleep for an hour, and really not feeling like getting out anywhere. However, under the whip of Juan, we struggled out to meet the wind and waves. I took a 5.3 and a Creola 94l, which frankly seemed like a dog, but maybe my lacklustre performance was the reason. Nearly bumped into Rika on her shiny board, with Ezzy, she was storming along - what am I doing?! Dunc and Jen got some pictures up on the point, and I limped into the beach, calling it a day. As Gen says, "it's your mind holding you back…". Possible plans for pizza for tea :-) yummy.
Yeah, it was pizza. Calzone for me and several others, a really relaxed evening following the consumption of multiple caipirinhas. Got home for a couple of rounds of contract whist, with Juan, Jen, Dunc and Roger - who cares who won, it wasn't me.
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