As you can see, we went. Cynthia and myself, plus the kids. Dave, Amy, Marcus Dilday and Sadie.
We did the usual sail around Oil Island White, out Queens Gate out five or eight miles, Polish Jibe and back in Queens Gate. Ran down the inside of LB Breakwater and down the jetty. Boring? Hardly. Just like the good old days. The dog was in her element, as was the captain. We drank lots of beer, nobody got hurt and we didn't sink. I'll take it.