Sunday

It is a tradition now for us to all go home for the show weekend. We slept in, I had a cooked breakfast (authentic Scottish potato scones and fried egg - yum). G and I went for a rather bracing walk along the sea front. We saw about five windsurfers out. In that wind they had to be good and they were.
We had a family lunch at home and then my brother drove us back to London.
A fabulous show weekend, as always.

The most thoroughly wasted of all days is that on which one has not laughed. Nicolas de Chamfort