Weekend

No bloody wind anywhere, then some, then not enuff even to breathe properly and perhaps then sufficient to fly the kite until of course wind drops again and then picks up from a completely useless angle i.e. in the wrong direction. Scatter decks with all types of string, try in vain to untangle, bash toes, have a sit around, swear at a few motorboats, go home, have fabulous charcoal grilled lamb with locally grown veggies which of course will counteract the saturated fat, then drink rum whilst thinking about doing exactly the same tomorrow.