After a pleasantly uneventful start we immediately congratulated ourselves with lunch of cheese, ham and cucumber sandwiches (we have a lot of cucumbers, about 40, as the boys mistook cucumber for zucchini….). The sight of hundreds of spinnakers flying towards us was spectacular and a great back-drop to enjoy with our sandwiches, snuggly zipped into the cockpit tent as there was a faint chance of rain. Then Cap'n P pointed out that perhaps we weren't getting into the spirit of things, maybe even missed the point that this was a 'race'…?? Embarrassed, we packed away lunch and set about hoisting our secret weapon… "Boris The Bullet Dodger"!!! After months of being stowed away Boris couldn't believe his luck and put in a tremendous effort. We shot off at 11kts. By midnight not a breath of wind. Oh dear.
TC