Control (line) freak

With my man-flu leftovers and feeling distinctly 'flimsy' (primarily from lack of exercise and too much living by the feed-a-cold mantra) something came over me and I thought I'd go for the first evening sail of the season. 20 knots but dropping.

Lost interest in sailing a bit a few weaks ago and wasn't convinced I'd fully regained the enthusiasm and, ultimately, I think physcology got the better of me and I gave up after one lap. Call it 'gear failure', or 'brain failure', or 'fitness failure'. I suppose at least I gave it a go.