It turned out to be a great sailing day, about 10 knots with flat seas. I was in the Mirror, stolidly ploughing along, while Paul in his Sabre and Anthony with his Hobie Cat scooted off and back. They very kindly did not leave me too far behind.
Ozzie enjoys the drama of launching and retrieving the boats, and the social element of meeting people down at the boat club. He goes crazy running madly backwards and forwards and barking when we get back from a sail, as if he as been at sea for days at least. But most of the time we are sailing he snoozes.
I definitely did not need my oars today.
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