Twenty four hour race

Ange in the afternoon light, waiting to sail with me (an annual anxiety - not sure why - 
in 11 years of  this race, I've not put her into the water once - this year no different).

Round the mark and down the jetty straight, Ange and I in the distinctive 
Black Shrimp boat (especially easy to see our sails at night, sure)

Lyle, nice Zimbabwean boy, working for Albourne, and my night time sailing partner
(Ange's night time sea anxiety, plus sailing anxiety = you're going with someone else Rich)

Into the night, the Black Shrimp canopy on the jetty.  This event is a fading thing in the calendar,
fewer and fewer people each year, as the youngsters get stuck on their phones, rather than sailing.

In the dead of night, waiting for Ange in the porta-loos back in the boat yard, 
sharky ship keeping an eye on it all (man, its kak being a girl).
This at about 10.30pm amazing camera technology - shot with zero light at 
25 000 ISO setting - making it look like early evening.

1.30am, Lyle getting set for our graveyard shift departure - sailed until 4.30, 
in almost zero wind.  Grim.  Then a taxi home, three hours sleep, 
and off to rugby with Aiden.