A short sail alone (and getting my knickers in a knot about the weather)

At the end of a weeks holiday away, I sail back to my moorings alone for the first time. The weather was odd and there were some lightening strikes rather closer than I typically like them. Managed to get the helm perfectly balanced for a little while; satisfying, but doesn't quite make up for the barked shin. St Malynpa: 27ft Westerly Centaur Ketch