Well, we didn't make it. Right up to the last minute, we thought we might. We got tantalisingly close to the lighthouse - about half a mile - but the wind dropped and the tide turned. We're now drifting, in the company of about a dozen fellow unfortunates. We even sacrificed George's soul to the wind gods, but it clearly wasn't appetising enough. And, to rub salt into it, as we were approaching, we saw Richard (CSORC Treasurer) sailing the other way, having successfully got around. Time for dinner!