The wind didn't materialise as forecasted, to bad because the biggest sail I have left for now is a 5,7 Firewing ...so I ended up using the smallest racesail of all the guys (and girl!) and only 2 kilo of lead. It would have been a very nice day if I shouldn't have fucked up my fin at the sandbar. 

I'dd better waited an hour longer to have gone for the speedstrip.

But it was good to see so many familiar faces again, especially at this time of year.