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The cobwebs weren't just blown away last night; they were practically flash-frozen. My brother Adam and I headed out for our first club race of the season in our Sonata and it was a sharp reminder that I am back in the UK.  From my recent posts you may know that I’ve just returned from spending the winter in Antigua, where the only thing "chilled" is the rum punch and the water is a balmy 27°C. Stepping onto the Sonata on a sunny day in Portland Harbour in April was fine but as the sun got lower in the sky, the temperature dropped to a level that was, let's say,  "character-building".  While I was attempting to re-establish that familiar sibling shorthand, the one where Adam and I communicate in half-finished sentences like "trim the...", "watch the..." or even "What the..." ,  most of my internal dialogue was actually focused on wondering if it would be okay to suggest that, rather than finishing the race, we just go to the bar...