Haven't yet heard if the boat is back in the water, but hope springs eternal. Forecast for Saturday doesn't look too brutal, so far. Spring tide though, which is always interesting around these parts.
What I really want is light and friendly for Saturday in Swansea, and brisk and enthusiastic for Sunday in Portishead.
Bet it delivers in reverse though.
I fear I'm beginning to sound jaded, cynical woefully tended towards self pity.
Which is, frankly, dull and repetative. So I'll stop.
I clearly need to go sailing.