Regatta in beautiful weather.
And the dark that follows.
It’s a beautiful day, so different from the rain of the last few days.
A perfect mill pond, useless for sailing.
Beautiful but eventful, you can tell it’s the end of camp because people are starting to kick off.
An evening introduction to a game has also given me an understanding as to why my friend would get stressed and not be able to play, and everyone else wouldn’t understand – it’s a colour blind thing.
In the morning I learnt to rig and sail a cat. It’s one of those things you just ought to have done. And it was a beautiful day for it.
There was the most amazing meteor shower, shooting stars with tails. And there is something lovely about laying in the forest in a hammock watching stars. However the photos were just blackness.
Much as I love going away it’s nice to see these guys again.