Amusingly, according to my so called "smart" watch, being dragged around a busy market and then a forced to endure a foot-sore tour of Stratford-upon-Avon is significantly less "stress" than spending the following day sailing.
Although in fairness, as previously mentioned, Saturday's compensation was a very good lunch, so maybe there's something in it.
Although, as Benjamin Disraeli, or perhaps it was actually Mark Twain, once observed, there are "Lies, damned lies, and statistics".
Anyway, a satellite view of some of Sunday's stress:
Some other random statistics: between the Albacore and Laser on Sunday we sailed 17.3 nautical miles over four hours and twenty minutes. That's almost enough to get me from Portishead to Cardiff.
Clearly, it's a tough life.
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