The first week in August usually finds me in a nostalgic mood and maybe just a wee bit homesick too. My hometown of Cowes, Isle of Wight awakens from its pleasant year long snooze to host an invading armada, aka Cowes Week Sailing Regatta
and everything just seems to double
The population, energy levels, entertainment venues, the noise, the price of drinks, the time it takes to get served at the bar...
For those of my friends who made it home this year, I trust you managed to raise a glass of Mount Gay for me - hope to see you next year!