Well, that's been a long, strange summer! I spent the whole summer back in the UK getting my hip resurfaced and am now back in Fuerte recovering. The op was a huge success (phew!) and my constant hip agony of the last five years is now but a memory, as is my equally everpresent limp. I won't lie, the first couple of weeks was agony and it was difficult to believe the promises of the doctors and nurses that I would eventually be free of pain and be able to walk without the aid of crutches. Eight weeks on and it's all good- I am SUPing every morning in flat water to rebuild muscles, then doing 10km on my cross trainer before stretching. I have a way to go before I'm ready to sail again (I want to be fully fit and shed the excess kilos my ma's fantastic cooking provided me with, cheers ma ;) ) but I am totally confident I'll be fighting fit by the start of December. To be honest, once I got through the first couple of weeks my stay in the UK was fantastic! I haven't spent much time there over the last 17 years or so and it was great to catch up with old friends, spend loads of time with my amazing little brother (thanks for everything Paul) and my family, without whom I don't know if I could have even organised all this, never mind get through it all. Lucy and Marina came up to visit and we spent some great weeks up north caravanning, sightseeing and fishing on my brother's boat. Good times.
I'd like to thank everyone who has helped me through this tricky time- my ma and pa, my brother and his family, my amazing girlfriend, and all my friends for their support and encouragement. Also, the security staff at the airport for helping me on and off with my shoes after I set the metal detectors off ( best get used to that I reckon). Right, where's that yoga mat?