Literally while Phil was rigging, a huge dark cloud loomed on the horizon and within ten minutes it was hammering down with rain. Optimistically I had set up my camera gear and made my way down into position next to some boats on the beach to catch the action. The Welsh rain was now chucking it down so hard I had to stay put and soak it up. It did not take long before I was drenched to the bone and to add to the misery the wind was now down to about ten knots leaving half the sailor drifting around the bay. Could things get any worse? But true to Phil’s predictions about half an hour later, just as Ben crawled out of his van unaware of the rain and dying wind, the sun peaked out and all of a sudden gusts could be seen streaking across the water. We were back on!