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The dream team, reunited at last. This is just before we set off from the yard on the Friday before the race.

The classic. Joy and squash. It's what sailing's all about.

You can tell this was taken on the Friday, because there's no way during the race there'd be any time for attempts at artsy photos like this. Three attempts and you can still see the edge of the camera. Looks good though.

Another attempted arty sunglasses shot.

Race day begins. From this point on the focus was on sailing, not photos, but before we hit the start line there was a brief moment to reflect on the coming race and the provisions that had been set aside for it. Enough said.

Neil and Alex contemplate the start.

And we're off! This is the first picture taken during the race, I think we were somewhere near St. Bennets, so probably a few hours in.

Vicki helms, undaunted by the huge boat behind her.

Later in the day and it starts to get a bit colder. Looks like somewhere on Heigham Sound.

Neville aground on Heigham Sound. The water was very low this year, apparently several of the deeper keeled boats went aground right in the middle of channels.

A rare photo of just how chaotic parts of this race can be. Coming off Heigham Sound heading towards Martham, a load of boats get caught in barely a breath of wind coming straight down the river at them. Cue lots of slow movement and frustrated shouting.

Er... enough said.

This year we decided to be more tactical with our sleeping and make sure we took shifts at it. Here's Chris taking the first.

Cold pizza. The racing champion's choice of snack food.

One of the bigger yachts heading towards Potter. They caught a lot of wind, but they needed more space to manouver.

Later still, and more layers of clothing were applied. It had vaguely begun raining by this point.

Unsurprisingly I didn't take any photos between when the sun set and when we crossed the finish line, around 7am. Dave and Ruth tuck into their well deserved breakfast.

They didn't look quite so chipper 15 seconds previous to me pointing a camera at them, but a mug of tea and a cooked breakfast can make a world of difference. Well, just about.

So after we've sailed for nearly 20 hours straight, we've got to take the hired boats back to the boatyard, which we'd already passed twice during the race itself. Sigh.

We were understandably tired by this point.