Under Pressure

Steve and Eleanor tailing me closely, looking for a way past.

Another Starcross race in a westerly. Always a bit like everybody is attached together by elastic, closing up as the gusts pick up the boat behind and then streching apart again as the gust moves on to the boat ahead.

Right at the end we both sailed into a calm patch and watched the rest of the fleet sail past as we sat 50yds from the finish...