It was tough to not risk my fragile toe today, as the early morning southerly was almost too tempting.  Mark was first on the water as the tide pulled back from the ridge.  I managed to snap a quick shot, in the already poor light, before rain started and the gloom descended.  Hanging around to watch the inevitable carnage in the increasingly gusty conditions was never going to happen in the horizontal rain.  Mat arrived to join Mark as I was about to head home, and from the house I saw him having at least one good run out to the back.