Unbelievably, Race 2 started even worse for us. We lined up at about one minute to go underneath the fleet on a right hand shift in a strong position. And then we spotted a crab pot about six lengths ahead and to leeward. No problem, I thought. It’s only a small obstruction, and we’ll be able to go to windward of it at this angle. But that pot had our name on it. After a few seconds, we realized we needed to start building speed a little earlier than expected, and that was going to take us straight at the pot. So we decided to put the bow right down and build speed quicker, passing the pot to leeward. Bad call. With the outgoing current, the anchor line was stretching out to the leeward side of the pot, and with a bit of heel on our boat, our keel was reaching out to windward to grab it. Despite our hull passing some distance to leeward of the pot, we still hooked it. You see the pot starting to drag towards the keel, and all you can do is watch in horror as it gets sucked under the boat. And then there's a moment of quiet as you cling to the vain hope that, by some miracle, the thing will just pop out the back. It didn’t. So we tacked the boat over and sailed back where we'd come from, which did release us. But by then we were a long way back, and the second race was the same story as the first.