It was only Friday evening, finished work around 1700, took Jack out for a walk and thought to myself, the evening is still light, the days are drawing out; spring is pretty much here already.
Walking Jack down the road Saturday evening to meet my wife as she finished work, I noticed the bluebells and daffodils are beginning to push up, and I thought to myself, spring is pretty much here already.
Sunday morning, as I rigged the Laser on the shore at South Cerney, the southerly wind was fetching 20 knots but gusting up into the 40's and driving a cold, persistent, stinging rain. I thought to myself, this doesn't so much feel like spring anymore.
But the sailing was cracking good fun.
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