So, it's ten a.m. and you've walked the dog and had breakfast of yogurt and toast (made from the dense, heavy rye bread the farmer's wife sells at the farmer's market). The wind is warm and ripping from the south. What else to do but head to the marina and then go sailing. And, oh what a wind it was. Even with a reefed main the trimaran was lifting onto one ama and approaching the speed of sound.

An hour later Wolf helped me get the wide boat into its narrow slip, after which I asked if he would like a coffee from the chocolate factory. "Yes, please," he said, "a double double." As I was walking back to the marina building with a coffee in each hand (one heavy with cream and sugar) the heavens opened and the double double got diluted. Still, it was great fun to sit in the old building, after a fine sail, sip a little coffee, chat a bit, and listen to the rain hammer down.