Those that had them wore them, drysuits, as the weather wasn't the most pleasant: heavy grey clouds with a supposed 10ish mph and north westerly ish. As the start of the first race we all set off, we all were working off telepathy because the gun didn't go but we did, with confusion all around and the less experienced sailors looking to the experienced for guidance. A recall, and we all got off ok. With the tide ebbing very hard, the first two marks had there own trials and tribulations especially the gybe mark, with many sailors miss calculating the tack. It was lovely seeing other boats other than lasers out there, Luke and Douglas in the RS 200, Steve Owen in his contender, the mighty Laurie and Mags in the 2000, the ever present and a joy to watch Dyer boys in the 29er, the marathon men of the Brown family in their Vago and the new boys Karl and Jonathan, the bickering girlies, in the 800. Colin Smith showed us how to sail in lightening winds and won the first race. Race 8 the wind got even lighter and it was enjoyable chatting to the boats that overtook me. The sun can out, the wind stopped and those of us in drysuits started to gently poach. Many boats started to retire, as they needed to baste themselves from the drysuits. Colin with the skill and prowess won the race with the team of Douglas and Luke coming second in the RS 200. Was lovely seeing so many on the water and a thank you to the race officers and safety boat teams.