Finding some space can be difficult when everyone is in holiday mode. We found some inland on a piece of our old stamping-ground near Camperdown. The clear blue sky was made more surreal by the green tinge of algae in the water.
This lake is an old volcanic crater and is incredibly deep, and the winds are often a bit flukey. A couple of times our little wind indicator arrow on the mast was seen happily spinning in circles because it just didn't know which way to turn.
The Navigator seemed really to shine up-wind, even though there were niceties like removing fenders and re-tensioning the mizzen that were left undone in our laid back mood. Having my son at the helm in a stiff breeze gave me the first chance to enjoy hanging out on the high side, jib sheet in hand, simply allowing a bit of velocity to give sizzle to the view.