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.
There is Karma, and then there is the day after white water.
All the drugs all the pain and all the sleep.
I hate the feeling of uselessness, of helplessness and unhelpfulness. The feeling that your being judged for not pulling your weight even though the most you can do is be still. Even if you know that they may not be judging you, it maybe in your head.
Luckily the explorers have a night hike. Cause after a stationery day an early night feels like the only option.
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.