I arrived a bit late on Wednesday, having squeezed in a refreshing lunchtime swim with the Mount Leisure Island crew. The air was still thick with the salt and sunshine of the afternoon, and I was feeling ready for an eventful day on the water. When I got to the sailing area, the boys were already out, navigating a wild assortment of wind directions — Westerly, Northerly, Southerly, Easterly — you name it, we had it. It was one of those days where every tack counted, with each gust and shift creating a new passing lane and a chance to break away from the pack.