Well, I let it all hang out, relatively anyway.
Friday night drive down was a nightmare, not only did I have Glastonbury traffic coming at me I also had round the island race traffice going with me. We made it in the end and the reward was sweet and sour chicken and 3 bottles of wine. 4.30am start was a bit of a killer but we made it with the help of coffee and flapjacks.
We had a 1.5 hour sail to the start line and then positioned ourselves to see the first boats go off. The racing was a little hairy at times, we heard about 9 mayday calls for people overboard, someone unconcious with a fractured skull, a couple of sunk boats, etc. We had a few near misses but were largely unscathed. I spent most of the time on the winch and was out of breath for long periods.
The rest of the crew had tongue and mustard sandwiches at 9am (for lunch), I had apples and my bar. We had more flapjacks for lunch, the other boats were so close going around st Katherines head that we were able to share our flapjacks with them, them having to watch their heads on our boom, use watch our heads on the booms of others. 4 abreat running in front of a force 6 with a following sea, it was very exhilarating, stressful and to be honest, very scary.
We completed the race in around 8.5 hours. We beat Lewis Hamilton on "Hugo Boss" but only because they got disqualified for crashing into another boat, writing it off and leaving them stranded.
The race record was broken.
Arriving we had champagne, wine, dinner out in Cowes (dreadful), I even had gin and tonic and a few pints of bitter. Sunday morning I had a fry up and then ham and cheese for lunch. I had a steak on getting home and a large G + T.
The net result was 2lb gain to 13s 4lb this morning. I am sure that it will drop off this week. (I hope so anyway).
Ho hum, back to work.
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