The forecast was for an early calm and then increasing winds through the day.  The Gordon corner is a good place not to be in a small boat in increasing winds, so a rise before dawn was called for, with only a small expectation that it would be achieved.   However Julian Robertson's singing has apparently been used to rouse generations of camping school children from their slumbers, and it certainly did the trick for us.  Tents were packed, breakfast eaten and boats rigged and departing by 7.30am.  And, as with yesterday, the forecast proved accurate, with only the lightest of airs to start with, but the with the more adventurous sailors surfing downwind by mid afternoon when they arrived in Kettering.  We onshore had to leap to our stations when John Walduck came hurtling into dock hours ahead of schedule, did a couple of wheelies, threatened to mow down a catamaran before deciding it was too big, and eventually got his mainsail down so that we could get him berthed.  And this was in a Grebe!  The rest of the pack soon followed, and are now safely nestled in the Kettering marina, overlooked by we happy campers (see pic below).