Battered

It's been another busy weekend (the only kind we have these days thankfully). J's street football was over by lunch so we headed to the summer house with cousin A as we were babysitting her overnight.

We had a good walk along the beach to wear out those who hadn't played football before cooking up a big batch of tacos for the kids and chilli for us.

The night went smoothly and we woke up to a good strong wind. J and I took the boat down to the beach and with a lot of huffing and puffing (and swearing trying to get the rudder on whilst being beaten by the boat in the waves) I got out for a sail. The wind was verging on being too strong for me in reality and I was very conscious of not having any back up of a rescue boat should something break.

I tore backwards and forwards across the bay having a blast. I did have to stop the put the rudder back on again at one point (I have a new retainer clip to put on) but after about 45 minutes I called it a day as I was getting tired and rather battered. I took the sail down to find that the wire halyard that holds the sail up had almost broken. There were only 2 strands left so I had timed it perfectly.

This morning I was up and out at 5:30 for my early morning bike ride, I enjoyed it again and seem to be getting into the habit just in time for the mornings to be too dark to go out. I then had my renal scan which wasn't all that much fun and the tracing fluid has left me felling a bit crappy all day. Hopefully it will all have been a waste of time anyway.