BurbleChaz

Vile, foul, foetid, putrescent weather. Humidity is around 90%, 28 degrees and raining. We're meant to be happy about the rain. If my teeth are showing, do not mistake it for a grin. So, on to a festival of high-performance sailing.

This is all far-better described by Other People over at the usual place.Well worth a look. I commend it to you.

While I seethe about the toxic, rancid, noisome, putrid climate that is preventing us from seeing the best comet in centuries, have a look at some pictures. Notice the menacing, bullying, repellent sky. And enjoy!

An unidentified tern amongst some cold, miserable silver gulls.

I'm a seagull. Got a seagull beak. Not a tern at all. See the beak? Seagull beak, that. Proper one. Not a tern. Honest.

Skandia Wild Thing, 30m Ultramaxi, just after rounding the weather mark. moments later, she wrapped her kite.

Either bear away or dump the traveller, would you? Either will do. Now would be good. As we rounded would have been better, but I know you're all trying your best.

The fifty-footers are half a lap behind the hundred-footer. On the first lap.

Spinnakers

Skandia Wild Thing hauling to weather

Ten million dollars, going to windward.