So off we set. I immediately fell over while attempting a surf launch; comic in one foot of surf but still good for a lap full of water. J, meanwhile, made it beyond the break before he fell in, though I missed it all. It was an inauspicious beginning and a blow to both of our confidence levels.
Once we got out, things were lovely. We coasted through seaweed encrusted rock channels; I marvelled at a shipwreck so huge it looked like a dinosaur's skeleton, and so barnaclized it looked organic; a seal watched us for rather a long time and was watched right back by me.
However, I'd got it in my head that the order of the day was "taking the newbs out," and I began to feel very nervous that we were being set up for failure in order to give the other guys something to practice on. Happily, I didn't fall out all day, but sadly, my knee didn't cooperate and I began to ache rather a lot come hour four. Rather pleasantly, I got to be the "incapacitated tow victim" (rather than completely wearing myself out) and got a nice break even though I could have made it in fine. And J and I were more than happy to sit on the beach while the big guys headed back into the surf for a "cave rescue." Tea on the beach on a lovely day; what's to complain about? Crazy to think we'll be doing it all again tomorrow. Now, time for steak at the pub.