The Dog's Dinner...

And there we were, riding high at the front of the fleet, however fleeting it may have been, we played our game of Russian Roulette with a wind hole and came out...well, you decide, was it the wrong side of a shift? Who knows?! The tables have turned, we have returned home too late from the party to a note from our once loving partner: "Your dinner is in the dog!" it reads. We have descended from being a front runner chased by a pack of hungry dogs to the dogs dinner, dog last and all to play for, for there's nowhere else to go!

Chins up Dare To Lead, this race has not yet run its course. Every hour presents another opportunity, sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind, in the end it's all a game, so let's play it for the game's sake!

Guy, Al and the crew.